I think that’s the perfect word to describe how I felt this morning post Super Bowl LI.
Actually, no, let’s make it more like.. UUUUGGGGHHHHH. I woke up with a pounding headache and the driest mouth ever, without a water glass anywhere in sight. But I think the worst part of it all was that last night, the Patriots defeated the Falcons.
I was rooting for the Falcons, just cause it’s easy to cheer for the best team in the league, and my boyfriend doesn’t like Tom Brady or the Patriots. So.. by default..
Go Falcons, am I right?
I had way too many of those bottles last night, but at three bucks a piece, why not? Well, the headache that’s only just dissipating is exactly why I should have not had six.. or seven. Plus two cans of cider. And possibly a shot of Honey Jack.
I can’t remember.
The closer we got to the end of the game, the easier the beer went down. Watching the Patriots basically squish the Falcons into the dirt was gut-wrenching. I dunno what happened towards the end, whatever I was drinking had a hazy effect on me. But I do know how the game ended, and when you’re able to tie up a 28 point game.. well, that’s all sorts of impressive.
Even if you are Tom Brady and I don’t like you because you decided to leave your pregnant wife for a supermodel. #whatagoodguy
So let’s recap: so far, my day’s consisted of a bunch of Vitamin water, Tylenol, and bad television like Jerry Springer and COPS. I went to the bank to get fresh air, and then Shoppers to get more Tylenol and Vitamin water. It’s amazing how something as simple as a shower can make you feel like a complete human. It’s also amazing how something as delicious as beer can make you feel like an incomplete human.
I’m just happy I wasn’t hugging the toilet bowl post Super Bowl.
I guess you could say I’m the Tom Brady of keeping my alcohol in my stomach. But, my liver’s feeling like the Falcons today: sad, hurting, and is only angry at itself for getting so beaten up.