Yesterday was opening day of the Spring Kickball Season! We all meet up by the Washington Monument every Thursday and play kickball. There are two parts to the league. First, you play kickball, and have a kickball championship at the end of the season. We also play Flip-cup. You play flip-cup against the team you just played kickball against and again there is a championship at the end of the season. Well, like any opening day, it got pretty serious last night. By serious I mean that shots were taken, beers were crushed, and lives were changed forever.
So how do you hide your hangover?
When I wake up in the morning, I rarely hit the snooze button. I'm what some people call a morning person. I like to get up in the AM and get the day started. Today was a different story. I hit the snooze button 3 times. That's not a big deal for some of you, maybe you do that every morning. So imagine a morning where you hit the snooze button 9 times. Not because you wanted to, because you had to. It was that kind of morning for me.
I felt like I was hit by a bus, picked up and hit again by an 18-wheeler. Let's just say my morning shower was a bit longer than usual. That doesn't change the fact that I have to go to work today though. Now I don't work in a corporate office, or some fancy building I need to get dressed up for. But I still have co-workers and a boss.
The ride to work was pretty normal. I decided to stop at the yellow lights I came to. I'm in no rush today. I was still trying to get my shit together enough not to barf on the receptionist when I walked in the door. Fridays are always a slow day, nobody shows up till 9:45 or so. I'll hit up 7-11 to get some electrolytes and start the re-hydrating process. I roll up right around 9:30, I'm very punctual even when I'm hungover. Luckily the door is open, I go in and start to get my desk set up. "Deep breaths, here comes the boss." I say the usual morning greeting while trying not to show how bad my head is pounding. He responds, I don't think he can tell. I have to keep my distance though. I know I showered, but my pores are probably seeping Jameson and tequila right now. The thought of whiskey has my stomach doing a gymnastics floor exercise, and sticking every landing! I'm not too worried about my co-workers knowing I'm hungover. I'm sure they already see me as the older guy who drinks and curses in his free time. Fuck em! What do they know? As long as I keep to myself and keep my breakfast down I think I'll be just fine. So far, so good. Wow the Sun is awfully bright this morning.
My headache hasn't gone away yet and I'm already through my first bottle of Gatorade G2. I'm watching my calorie intake. I don't think anyone has noticed yet, unless they just aren't saying anything. I'll just stay focused on my computer and make sure it looks like I'm getting my work done. These hours just can't go fast enough. All I can think of is my couch, and crashing on it as soon as I get home. That's what keeping me going right now. My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and every time I burp I hate Irish Whiskey. I'm going to take my time at lunch and clock out promptly at 5:30. I'm hungover!
I can only hope that my Thursday drinking won't get me fired. I can only imagine how hungover I'll be after my 3rd or 4th Ham Sandwich when I'm unemployed, if you know what I mean.
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