Why I Miss Getting Hangovers

I promised Anna I would write about this week's New Yorker piece on hangovers as soon as I got a hangover, and I thought today might be the day. Lord knows I did my best to lay the foundations. But I'm on too much of a bender to be blessed with many hangovers right now. An egg-and-cheese and an ibuprofen and a coconut juice for electrolytes and an Adderall and a cup of coffee and another cup of coffee and my own high tolerance and all I have for you is that angry slight mass in the gut that reminds you you were bad last night. It's hard and nasty and gaseous but neither combustible nor debilitating. This is actually, it turns out, according to the New Yorker, a sensation indicative of an actual chemical change transpiring in one's liver, or more accurately, the putting off of that change, the breakdown of methanol. More »