Monday, April 29, 2013

Burying a hangover

Awhile back, a friend of Italian descent was describing, to me, the tradition that takes place in their family at family gatherings and holidays at meal time.  Whether your hungry or not, your plate is continuously replenished as is your wine glass, so that neither is ever empty.

This Saturday past I reenacted that tradition, at least as far as the wine glass never being allowed to empty goes.

I learned long ago that as I've gained in years my tolerance for alcohol diminishes in inverse proportion to my age.  But after a certain amount of libation has entered the blood steam the mind's ability to recall those experiences becomes dulled and common sense is put to sleep in favor of the fleeting moments of euphoria.

The following morning, suffering from Acetaldehyde (ethanal) poisoning, I attempted various cures; two aspirin tablets washed down with strong French Roast dark roast coffee, breakfast of boiled eggs and toast.  But to little avail.  Time seems to be the only reliable treatment and  that takes, well, time.

It being Sunday, it's the day for my long run in my training for a half marathon event in one month's time.
I did not feel like running.

After my wife said she'd jog with me, I decided to chase my hangover for a few miles and see if I couldn't bury it in exercise.. I gave it a name, Kooker Witherhead and dragged it 4 miles up to the cemetery and therein buried it.  I returned home feeling much revived and swearing to never let that happen again.

That's what I said last time..................................


Blogger Berowne said...

Richly whimsical writing; well done.

6:02 AM  
Anonymous Melinda said...

I really enjoy your writing,thanks for sharing.

6:53 AM  
Blogger Doctor FTSE said...

A fine sardonic tale.

2:31 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Kooker Witherhead, indeed!

12:18 PM  
Blogger Kathe W. said...

Knockerhead more likely! Humourously written and I think we've all been there! Hopefully you are fully recovered! Cheers!

7:21 PM  
Anonymous Pat said...

Haven't checked here in awhile but found this marked so, what do I see, Kooker! the hangover was not that bad, if you could name it and destroy it! Good one for sure. I find less tolerance and have to limit wines and drinks myself......

8:11 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

It sounds like an over-used stove!

5:11 PM  
Blogger Helena said...

lol.....that same old promise! Wish I could say the same for myself - I haven't been properly pissed for a decade or more!

I'd love to do a (half) marathon run. My twin has run over 50 now and putting me to right shame! Good on ya, Rel! ♥

5:06 PM  

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