I've always handled my drinking very well, never blacking out and regretting shit. Then again, once i reach a certain level of buzz, I get on the water and just coast from there, otherwise I'm falling asleep the second I'm sitting down. I love gin and tequila, things that usually fuck people up nice and proper and never once had a hangover from either. I have made the mistake of mixing multiple types of alcohols in one night and lived to tell the tale without too many issues. That being said, the one kind of alcohol I absolutely despise is red wine, and red wine hates me just as much; one glass and I get a headache the day after. I don't care how good of a bottle you've got, I ain't touching it, that shit is poison for me. Here’s my red wine story.
Back track about 5 or 6 years ago. My good friend Alex invites me to his family's multi-million dollar fishing cottage at a private club. Exclusive shit, so of course I say yes. We get there at about 10-11am and we just start fly fishing and drinking beer and smoking weed (perfect afternoon of fishing). As we're walking back to the cottage we see his dad had decided to come spend the night. He arrived with a bunch of amazing Filet Mignon and a case of red wine bottles (good bottles, not cheap swill). So we get back from fishing with a good buzz, have a few drinks with his old man and all is well. We start eating this epic meal and his dad offers me a glass of wine, so I figure "why not ? This is the good stuff I'll never be able to afford". At that point I was about 15 Heinekens deep and was out of beer so I figure a glass or two of wine would be alright. I have a glass, then another, then another...at this point I'm pretty damn drunk and figure out my friend kept filling my glass up when I wasn't looking... I just thought I was drinking slowly seeing as my glass wasn't going down (that's how drunk I was). As much as i hate wine, this one was pretty damn good so I thought all was well. We end up drinking 4 bottles of red wine.
Then it hits me. HARD. I am sloppy pissdrunk on red wine. So after eating we chill a bit and start playing cards ‘til late. We continue drinking. Now it's almost 2 am so I decide to go to bed because I'm way too drunk and want to go fishing in the morning. Around 6am my headache wakes me up. The second I open my eyes the universe is spinning out of control and I proceed to projectile vomit EVERYWHERE. All over myself, the bed, the carpet and night table .All red wine with chunks of half chewed Filet Mignon with potates and veggies. By now I'm so fucking hungover, I don't even care and end up passing out in my own puke. The noise and smell woke my friend up in the other room so he came in to check on me and witnessed the disaster area. Alex, being the good friend he is, wakes me up, gets me out of bed, takes my clothes off and puts me in the shower and proceeded to clean the room. Turns out apparently I had done the same for him in the past (must have been drunk because I don’t remember), and when he saw the state I was in, his fatherly instincts kicked in and HAD to help me. Never in my life have I ever been this hungover and miserable. I barely remember the rest of the day. I know he drove me home later that day, and i got sick some more, but that's about it. Took another 24hours before I could eat. His dad never found out as he woke up at noon.
That was my first 2-day hangover and haven't touched wine since, and this was almost 6 years ago. The sight of a bottle of wine sends shivers down my spine. I have had pneumonia with 104 degree fever, I have had a bad concussion, wicked food poisoning but NEVER had a headache of this magnitude and felt this horrible in my life. I was 26 by the way.
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