A Guide To Being Hungover

As you might be able to guess from the title, this is going to be a post about being hungover, because frankly, I am just very very hungover on this wonderful morning.

Usually when this happens I just sink into bed and sleep for a day or two. Unfortunately I have a driving lesson today (in about three hours…), so that is not really an option. On the other hand, I have had some very very productive days after nights of very very heavy drinking.

So, today, I will have to create that atmosphere of wellbeing and sunshine and lollipops. Please feel welcomed to accompany me on this journey.

Let’s first recount the events of last night and the events that are meant to be happening today: I have that sometimes quite comforting habit of memory loss. As soon as I have more than two glasses of wine, I can’t count on being able to remember anything that happens afterwards. Bad choices, therefore, are often just forgotten. On the other hand, it can be quite unnerving. Today it proved to be the latter. My memory skips about five hours and continues with me walking in the middle of nowhere, whilst crying “I just want to go home”.

Getting home, then, proved a full-grown odyssey. I had no idea where I was, the battery of my phone was dying and I was so, so cold. I finally fell into bed at 7 am after a series of walking in circles, taking busses that took me even further away and smoking as a way to guard me against the cold (it does not work, believe me).

Now, let’s face today. I’ll have to get through my driving lesson alive. Also, I have no idea where my bike is. Gonna have to do a bit of a search. I just hope it is still somewhere near a place that I can remember being at. Given how far away I found myself when I regained consciousness (that’s probably not the right word), I might have to face the fact that my beloved bicycle is infinitely lost.

Oh, and (last but definitely not least), I have a Skype interview at seven tonight. As a lovely add-on, my internet is once again not working, so I’ll have to go find a quit secluded spot at the library to skype at. Ugh.

Now, here are my seven steps to sobering up and dealing the next few hours:

  1. Drink 3 litres of tea. Drink it hot and drink it fast. As I’m sure you know, symptoms of a hangover are usually related to dehydration. The best choice of tea is German, of course, as all the things connected to what you do before, while and after drinking very very much: Ostfriesen-Tea. It’s a really strong black tea and, handily, you can buy teabags that make a whole litre of tea. After these three litres, other drinks might be considered: Hot chocolate, coffee, you name it. If you’re not much of a tea person, I recommend drinking 3 litres of iced water.
  2. I recommend a traditional Northern German dish: Labskaus. I will not elaborate on what this is (google it if you must), because it is one of those dishes like taramasalata: So yum, but better if you don’t think too much about what it is in particular. Otherwise, of course, any other hearty, easy to make and easy to eat meal is fine (soup is the logical choice).
  3. There is nothing better to distract you from how everything is spinning and the disgusting taste in your mouth than well-beloved comedy. The better you know it, the better a choice it is. Make sure you always have a boxset around.
  4. Check your phone. After a period of charging, it is the time to set your affairs straight. If you have the habit of drunk-texting, now is the time to send those awkward but necessary follow-up messages, any apologies should be made as soon as possible. Also, I usually have friends with better memories that can help me re-establish the previous night.
  5. Search for things. The sooner you find them the better: you won’t have to worry anymore and the longer the wait, the higher the risk you will find your possessions damaged or not at all. This is especially true for contact lenses.
  6. Brush your teeth, have a shower, clean up vomit if necessary.
  7. Go for a walk. Well, right now I can’t really walk because I dragged myself through the landscape last night, but if I could, I’d go for a walk. Fresh air is a miracle when it comes to the consequences of extensive liquor consumption.

I gotta be off then, people, I’ll get started on that third litre of tea.

B x

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University Life, Embarrassments and the Joys of Risotto

So here we are again. It seems like ages since my last post but, to my surprise, it hasn’t even been that long – which means I’m not as bad at blogging as I thought I would be.

Once again my internet is not working (this time it is both the router which tends to forget all the things it should remember and the network (technically I have an allowance of 10GB, but well… I easily used more than twice that during the few days that I’ve had internet this month – which, in itself, i impressive, as internet has been down for at least 2 weeks and I have been away during the weekends and the month isn’t even over yet…)). Sorry for the extensive bracketing. There is a remote possibility that the previous sentence makes little sense, but OH WELL. Deal with it.

Anyway, lack of internet at home is tragic but not deathly, as I am at uni everyday and I can use the computers here. Wich brings me to the next point: finally, finally university has begun! YAY! I have had three seminars already and I’m kinda loving it (but there is also some regret present – I’ll be spending my gap year studying Spanish irregular verbs, researching the Scandinavian Middle Ages and learning how to pronounce all these weird Danish sounds (Hvad hedder du? Hvor kommer du fra? Hvor bor du? Hvad læser du?) and yet again I am very soz for the brackets thingy). Part of the downside is that I will actually have to do things now, presentations, essays, protocols and the like.

What else is there? My social life is going ok, I guess. Still haven’t made lifelong friends, but I now have people I chat with between seminars and I even say ‘hi’ to some in the corridors. Great progress. My coat is still in some girl’s car though. Should probably reclaim that at some point. More exciting: After three weeks of pesto pasta I have now begun to cook properly and to buy ingredients and all that shit! Today’s meal: Tomato Aubergine Risotto (fancy huh? It did take me ages). Oh, more proof of my secret identity as a domestic goddess: I cleaned the bathroom this morning (after having a lie-in, I must admit). Seems like despite some of this weekend’s ferocious choices my dignity has not taken a fall.

Probably filling in the gaps would be a good idea. This weekend (as in, a few days ago – I never now how it works: is that ‘this weekend’ or ‘last weekend’?) I went on a trip to this island called Fehmarn (unless you’re a German surfer or have taken the ferry/train from Germany to Denmark, you probably won’t know it) with a bunch of strangers who also happen to study a romance language or English (which i don’t study, but it’s a joined student council). Basically I got really drunk, vommed everywhere (a game of Jenga was also involved) and took my clothes off (I wish I could say that was the first time that has happened, but it has sort of become the standard procedure…). But then in the morning I surprised everyone by not only cleaning up my own mess, but also helping to tidy the house. It could have been so much worse.

Ok, enough for now, I think. I promise to work on my writing style (brackets and stuff).

B x

P.S. What I do love about Kiel: the skies. Once the sun begins to set the whole horizon is drenched in all these funky and slightly  cheesy colours and it stays like that for at least an hour – after that it’s pitch black.