It’s Sunday morning a little before noon. You roll over to see the sun peering in through your window, and your head is pounding. You recall the events from the night before in mismatched pieces, along with puddles of agony knowing you probably did and said too many things you really shouldn’t have. You’re still in your dress from Saturday night; hell, you’ve actually been wearing it since Friday, but honestly, you haven’t had time to change with your social calendar. You remember, barely, consuming mozzarella sticks at a diner shortly before 5 AM, and you’re pretty sure if you move too fast, you’ll be face to face with the remnants of them either on your floor, or if timing allows, in your toilet. Your hot pink polka-dotted boy shorts are still barely hanging around one of your ankles, and based on the guttural snoring of someone else in your room, you got lucky (you think). Yep, you’re hungover…congratulations! No big deal! Being hungover can be pretty – no, seriously, I speak from experience. More »