My drunkenhood was typical; wine and vodka with Indian food, gin and tonic. In the evening we had tequila shots. When I was insolent I was put to bed by myself and forgot where to pee; pretty standard, really. At the dawn of Jan. 1 I received my first headache. At 7 p.m. I left the house for the first time to ritualistically eat Mexican food. There really is nothing like a crab-and-shrimp enchilada on a crushing hangover; it's breathtaking. I suggest you try it.
(Apologies to Mike Myers.)
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