Where NOT to be hung over

by **steved2112** » Sun May 06, 2007 1:07 am

Today I attended the first annual New York Amp Show.

Now, my friends and I agreed to leave for the show at 9 AM. I woke at 8:40 to girlie shaking my comatose carcass. I realized right away I was in for a death march. I wasn't too late meeting up with everybody, and tried in vain to convince myself the shakes would pass.

The headache was like the blood from Alien, drilling through the deck plating of my consciousness. When we got there I was confronted with an indoor courtyard bordered by two floors of rooms loaded with high gain guitar amps blasting off at mega volume. I wanted to lay down in the fountain and let my body finally die.

I tried playing through one amp I can never hope to afford, and, after looking at my hand like it was a phone call from an unrecognized number for a few seconds, I was able to get my fingers working. If only they knew how fucking hung over I was, they would have comped me at least a combo unit.

At lunch the dim sum sampler I ordered was an act of sheer defiance, and my friends enjoyed eating it for me while I turned a bit less gray on sips of French Onion soup and nibbles of dry bread.

Lesson learned. "Amp show" and "bad load from last night" are not concepts meant to be merged. But I got through it, and no animals were injured.

by **Oggar** » Sun May 06, 2007 10:48 am

Hangovers are funny when they happen to other people.

by **whiskeyprick** » Sun May 06, 2007 11:00 am

that's the worst place you could possibly be with a pounding head. I can imagine a roomful of guitar dorks noodling away at full volume. kudos for stickin it out. rock on.

by **Jaime** » Tue May 08, 2007 12:27 am

Not as bad, but this still sucked:

Referee for kids basketball at 8:00 AM on a Saturday.

Wait, I am drunk, can't rmember if I already said that.

Oh, well

by **Mother Goose** » Tue May 08, 2007 11:44 pm

One of mine was at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway for a 'kids day at the track,' letting kids ride their bikes around the track. It was hot. It was endless. I nearly cried.

Your story was way better, though, Steve.

by **frankennietzsche** » Wed May 09, 2007 2:24 pm

The rifle range is another one. It's hard to shoot straight with the shakes.

by **Bluto** » Wed May 09, 2007 10:28 pm

Jail.

by **Sigh Co.** » Sat May 12, 2007 8:46 am

After getting my DUI, I was forced to go to a MADD meeting--I was shaking so bad I could barely sign my name on the sign-in sheet.

I'm sure they thought that was great.

by **Willicus** » Mon Jun 04, 2007 2:32 pm

I took a class at my college last summer, and one of the assignments was to attend a religious service for a faith other than your own and write an essay about it. I decided to go to a Catholic Mass (Hoping for communion wine).

Well, the night before, my roommate and I decided that it would be a good idea to drink cheap gin. By 4 AM, we had decided to stay up all night.

We get to the church, still fairly buzzed, thinking "Okay, this won't be so bad."

About halfway through, the nausea and headache hit me, and I start sweating. The man next to me scooted over, so I'm certain that I reeked of booze. And then there was the constant standing and sitting and kneeling, not fun when you're fighting nausea.

And there wasn't even any fucking communion wine.

by **hoverdog** » Mon Jun 04, 2007 2:57 pm

How can there be no wine? How can they deny you the blood of Christ?

by **Sgt. HSA** » Mon Jun 04, 2007 4:25 pm

On a fishing boat, heading out to deep sea at 5AM, after staying up until 4:47 drinking. I managed to hold it together, but my friend (who had been on the wagon for a while) spent the day clutching the stern and heaving over the side. I only wish I had pictures.

by **lanternchikk** » Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:42 am

Working as an extra for a movie. (I've told that story before somewhere on these boards.)

by **Jaime** » Sat Jun 09, 2007 1:09 am

From my wife:

Watching "Spy Kids 3D".

Even not hungover that one hurts me.

by **drunkpete77** » Mon Jun 18, 2007 4:44 pm

One place I found to be terrifying while hungover was Von Hanson's Meats.
I worked for the place from the time I was thirteen till I was 25. By the time I was 16, the hangovers on Saturdays and Sundays were pretty bad. By the time I was 19, it was an every day thing. Of course, the reason I would be hungover everyday would be from a sheer lack of quality sleep. Party till 3 or 4 a.m., and then have be at work at 7 or 8 a.m. Using the ban saw and the grinder made my head feel like it was gonna explode. Not to mention after torturing myself through 7 or 8 hours of meat cutting, then I would have to go work up front and help all the super snotty fucking customers. After a while though, they knew when I was still hungover, and they would almost purposely make my life more difficult. God damn, I fucking hated that place. Sure am glad I quit a couple of years back. My new job is smooth sailing. Hungover or not.

by **arf_she_said** » Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:00 pm

Yeah the drunk tank's pretty bad, cause you usually wake up with no money, means to get booze, knowledge of where the nearest liqour store is, etc. My parents 25th wedding anniversary party at a swanky local restaurant was the worst in recent memory, sweating bullets, ordering water while fighting the urge to order a bloody mary with noone else drinking alcoholic beverages...

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