Hangover Cure Anyone?

Posted by Jules Ritter on July 29th, 2008

I like champagne.  I don’t love it, just like it.  And even this “like” is all about the anticipation and the fizz rather than the actual taste.  But one thing is for sure, it doesn’t like me.

It gives me the worst hangovers.

Hence it is 4am, the morning following my birthday spent on the best terrace overlooking Lac Léman above St. Saphorin, and I am drinking tea, eating strawberry jam on Tresse (stodgy white bread) and trying to soak up the liverish liquid coarsing through my arteries.  In a little while, when the birds start chirping and the first light appears, I will crawl back to bed, fall into a deep slumber and wake up feeling if not loads better then at least capable of starting my day.  Life should be celebrated and as I am an ill-disciplined creature who just can’t stop when she knows she should, hangovers and dodgy day-afters have become part of my life.  After I have dropped Lexi at pony camp I think I will go for a swim in the lake then take a couple of aspirin.    

 

Copyright Jules Ritter July 2008 

Living in Switzerland 8 Comments

Martin said,

July 29, 2008 @ 5:25 am

Now, if we were still in the UK then I’d be recommending Solpadiene effervescent as the ultimate hangover cure – but we’re not, so I won’t. Aspirin is probably not a good idea with an already upset tummy, at a pinch paracetamol, but most likely ibuprofen as it’s primarily an NSAID with analgaesic effects.

…and a good healthy amount of Orange juice for the vitamin C

Sounds like you had a good night!

Graham said,

July 29, 2008 @ 7:58 am

As a young man, I had convinced myself that Saturday morning hangovers came not from nine pints of Charington’s Director’s Bitter and a few rum chasers, but chicken tikka masala and a poppadom. The prevention, never the cure, was a post midnight snack of ice-cold milk and cornflakes. A few years later, solace was found in cold baked beans, straight from the tin.

Today I’m up with the lark and fresh as a daisy after overindulgence. A few hours earlier, I may have spent 15 minutes getting the key in the lock and falling over the hat stand but I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow. However, taking my trousers off over my head still presents a problem.

Jules said,

July 29, 2008 @ 8:49 am

Ha! When I wrote this posting I thought I’m bound to get comments from Martin and Graham, funny that!

Nadia said,

July 29, 2008 @ 1:00 pm

Try consommé with a shot of vodka. It even has a name which I can’t remember.

Martin said,

July 29, 2008 @ 1:23 pm

BULLSHOT (yes – I said Bullshot !) – a cocktail made with vodka and beef bouillon or consomme.

John Norris said,

July 29, 2008 @ 8:03 pm

You have my sympathy, getting a hangover from Champagne. It has always been one thing I don’t get hangovers from. If I could afford it, I’d drink decent Champagne or méthode champenoise much of the time; alas, the pension doesn’t stretch quite that far.

The real trouble with “hangover cures” is that most taste considerably worse than the hangover. “Hair of the dog” may not work, but at least it doesn’t poison one as well!

Nadia said,

July 30, 2008 @ 2:21 pm

Yup, that’s it, Martin! Thanks!

Very effective, truly.

Jules said,

July 31, 2008 @ 8:50 pm

Actually John, Hair of the Dog works wonders but the remorse that goes with it i.e., I’ll end up a drunk homeless woman on a bench in Piccadilly Circus if I rely on that method ALMOST always prevents me and I suffer through like the good guilt ridden catholic-raised girl I am.

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