Prototype Issue
Possible Cure For the Common Hangover
By Kamren Curiel
(page 1 of 1)I received a sample box of a Hangover Buster in the mail a while back and what was an editor to do but put these effervescents to the test?
It was Thanksgiving and I knew I’d be throwing down more glasses of wine than usual because, well, it’s a holiday and I’m surrounded by family in the safety of my uncle’s Pasadena home.
Who wouldn’t compliment a plate piled way too high with turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, candied yams, and not nearly enough veggies with a nice glass of Cabernet? Or, in my case, glasses.
What? I gulped down my Hangover Buster before really gettin’ down to business. Yup, just plopped that little tablet in a glass of water and chugged. It was nothing. The directions on the box say to take one after your first drink and another throughout your rounds.
But after my third glass—or was it fifth?—I kinda forgot to take another one, so I ended up just drinking two effervescents total throughout the revelry.
These tablets, mind you, are formulated to prevent hangover symptoms such as nausea, headache, excessive thirst, fatigue, muscle ache and sensitivity to light and noise. You know, things you’re used to dealing with the morning after a big night out; yeah, I know, sometimes just chillin’ at the crib too.
Wow, I thought. What could be better than a magic tablet that made all those bad things that happen to you the day after drinking too much nonexistent? I can’t think of anything.
So off I was, on many drunken conversations I probably wouldn’t be having had I not drank so much; getting teary-eyed at the mention of anything, well, sad. Having one-on-ones with the youngsters in the family who innocently sipped Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider (you could really learn something from the youth, you know) like I’m some sort of role model.
Then my Mom broke the party up with an, ‘I have a good idea! Let’s all take a walk and try to find J-Lo’s house.’ Sure, I thought. It was freezing outside (for LA, that is), but what the hell, I needed to burn off some of those thousands of calories I just ingested.
So off we went—me, Mom, all the youngsters, and my sister-in-law—walking down Oakland Avenue in search of the infamous house that J-Lo owns; or used to own.
We walked so long that before I knew it, I was sober. What? This can’t be. Wait, could the Hangover Busters have contributed to my sobriety?
The next day I woke up fine. No hangover. No regrets. No random guy in my bed. Just kidding. Okay, I’m not.
Thank you, Hangover Buster! Now I know what I’m getting all the homies for Christmas.
To bust your very own hangover, buy some online at www.hangoverbuster.com. Good Luck!
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