Hangovers and the Liking

Hangovers happen because of dehydration. New Years eve started with a drive and ended with me wandering the streets of Asheville, NC. This morning I was awoken by the noise of rustling in the hotel room as my friends were getting up to go eat breakfast. I dressed and hurried to the 8am breakfast and we all recalled the previous night how it had been epic. It truly was. I walked miles while sloshed and was picked up by my friends finally, good things happen sometimes I guess. At breakfast I thought to myself about my dream as I tossed and turned. I had another nightmare about missing a final and falling off a bridge. So it goes. I hear that the standard "forgetting" or "missing" something that has to do with school is common, so I guess I'm getting older now. Yum.

I stopped at a BP station to fill up my little car with 9.1 gallons of gasoline on my way back from Asheville. Walking inside I mumbled to the attendant about a bathroom to fill up my water bottle and he pointed towards the back. I thought, "this is a nice gas station for such a remote-ish location." I headed towards the coffee drip and the other employee pointed out the water fountain.

"I think you need that instead of the sink" he stated. I glanced over at the fountain and shrugged, "Yea, I guess it all comes from the same place. I like the cold." Coming to this logical conclusion he continued to mop the floor. I poured sugar in my coffee. I stirred. I owed $1.35 and I didn't have a dime to add to my quarter so I gave the attendant two quarters instead of one. I joked with her about getting rid of my change and she didn't seem to happy.

"Have a good day" she mumbled as I pushed open the door. Pulling out of the gas station I turned left to a stop sign. I briefly stopped and looked both ways, but then I paused and noticed my state. I had a throbbing headache that water wasn't really getting rid of. My music was blasting probably because I couldn't hear from the concert the night before. Noticing these things made me realize something important and it's this: hangovers clarify things.

I pulled back onto the interstate and continued my measly 60 miles per hour. I'm sure grandma was pissed about that.