Worst hangover ever

At a wedding last night for a girl from the office in Louth. Was dropped into work in Clontarf. Haven't sleep a wink, in work trembling & smelly like a used condom. Puked up my breakfast roll there about ten minutes ago. It wasn't even nice, Yo Ming Pau just put mayo on it and forgot the ketchup :mad:

I am a professional pisshead but at this moment I feel like a kid playing hop scotch with Gary Glitter. I want to die. Nothing can help my situation except a possible sneaky pint at 12. I have never been this bad.

There is no point asking for help because there is nothing that can be done! Why the **** would anyone have their weddign on a ****ign Thursday! Pics from last night to follow shortly.

PurpleBerry

There is a lot of talk of this hangover thing. Am I missing out?

A_M101

My worst hangover ever had me wake up face down on (not in) a bed in a hotel room by myself in my clothes from the night before. The phone was ringing in the bathroom (this hotel had a phone in the bedroom and the bathroom but for some reason only the bathroom phone rang). I stumbled to answer it, still wondering where I was. A friend was on the other end explaining how I was due to compete in 2 hours. I promtly turned around and threw up into the toilet.

The first thing to touch my lips that day was a cup of tea at four and I still thought I might throw that up.

stovelid

There must and shall be a sneaky snifter at lunch time. Think positively - you've only ruined a work day, not a Saturday or Sunday.

Hang in there.

bman

That's not too bad OP. At least your not still drunk. It's a great "laugh" coming into work drunk from the night before and you think everythings fine. But about 12 or 1 the hangover hits in and that's when the fun begins.

I came into work one day thinking I wasn't too bad and that apart from lack of sleep I would be fine. I then puked 6 times and had to stumble home 2 hours early.

Smart Bug

Have the sweats kicked in yet?

Energizeer

Make sure you have a window open or something in the office. You might not know how bad you smell. It's like when you get up for a piss in the morning and when you come back into your room it smells like the inside of a dead whale's anus.

stovelid

stovelid wrote: »

There must and shall be a sneaky snifter at lunch time. Think positively - you've only ruined a work day, not a Saturday or Sunday.

Hang in there.

I am honestly going to go down to Graingers on the Malahide road at lunch time and down two Guinness if anyone wants to join me.

Smart Bug wrote: »

Have the sweats kicked in yet?

No I am still drunk, I will avoid that at all costs.

Curlypinkie

If there were people from your office at that shinding I suggest you round them up real soon and start dropping hints on hairs, dogs etc.

There's no need to be sneaky!:pac:

Steve_o

Smart Bug wrote: »

Have the sweats kicked in yet?

Thats the worst....I hate that..

OP: Sneaky pint at 12 could help...

stovelid

Deleted User wrote: »

I am honestly going to go down to Graingers on the Malahide road at lunch time and down two Guinness if anyone wants to join me.
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Any drink except the Arthur, KaG. The smell will be a giveaway when you come back.

So whos meeting me in Graingers, plenty of notice.

xzanti

I'd recommend a carvery lunch if you can get it, with your sneaky lush that is

There has to be some hero that can make it to Graingers on the Malahide road for 12 o clock

arse..biscuits

Do you know Dave the Peruvian bar man there?

arse..biscuits

arse..biscuits wrote: »

Do you know Dave the Peruvian bar man there?

If it's the guy I am thinking of yeah. But I didn't know his name was Dave or from there. Tanned short fella right?

Daithi McGee

Deleted User wrote: »

At a wedding last night for a girl from the office in Louth. Was dropped into work in Clontarf. Haven't sleep a wink, in work trembling & smelly like a used condom. Puked up my breakfast roll there about ten minutes ago. It wasn't even nice, Yo Ming Pau just put mayo on it and forgot the ketchup :mad:

I am a professional pisshead but at this moment I feel like a kid playing hop scotch with Gary Glitter. I want to die. Nothing can help my situation except a possible sneaky pint at 12. I have never been this bad.

There is no point asking for help because there is nothing that can be done! Why the **** would anyone have their weddign on a ****ign Thursday! Pics from last night to follow shortly.

Was the reception in the City North Hotel?

Daithi McGee

Daithi McGee wrote: »

Was the reception in the City North Hotel?

YEAH LOL , where you there?

EL_Loco

maybe you could engineer a soft landing, a pint at regular intervals (not too regular mind you), lots of water, food and whatever else you need.

Personally I'd just go home. You're clearly about as productive as <insert something witty here>

best of luck.

Loopy

Deleted User wrote: »

There has to be some hero that can make it to Graingers on the Malahide road for 12 o clock

I would kill a cat to be able to leave the Naas Road at 12, bail over to Graingers down 2 pints and make it back for 1 :mad: :mad: :mad:

Daithi McGee

Deleted User wrote: »

YEAH LOL , where you there?

I had an invitation but was busy elsewhere. I know the groom. Sound bloke. Good to hear there are some major hangovers, must have been a good night so!

nomorebadtown

having your wedding on a weekday is poor form to say the least!

Zangetsu

Flat coke, small sips every 20 mins or so, SMALL SIPS. Puking will subside and you won't have to hug the cold floor to stop yourself from falling off it

PurpleBerry

Yeah. I'm gonna get married on a Saturday.

You know.

When I get married.

Trojan911

Deleted User wrote: »

I want to die. Nothing can help my situation except a possible sneaky pint at 12. I have never been this bad.

Feel for you dude...... Was the same last week, had to get the bus into work as I didn't think I would pass the bag if stopped in the car. I would swear I was sweating alcohol.

Luckily, I was only covering the office for the day & I was on my own, so the legs were thrown up on the table, door was locked & snooze was order of the day.....

Of course, I swore to myself I would never drink again, but gotta meet a few lads 'n' ladies this evening...... :eek:

Daithi McGee

Daithi McGee wrote: »

I had an invitation but was busy elsewhere. I know the groom. Sound bloke. Good to hear there are some major hangovers, must have been a good night so!

Indeed, Al is a sound bloke. He was up singing like a holligan with me and a few others till the early hours. I work with his mrs


Lads I am just thinking about just going home, this is just well too painful.

SuperGrover

The only cure is time. You'll be ok tomorroww. Just sacrifice today to engineering as soft a landing as possible.

Lots of water, a little food and a big sleep.

Jigsaw

I should start by saying that I can pretty much cope with any beer hangover.

However, over the past two weeks I have had a couple of epic hangovers. The first was about two weeks ago when I was invited by a bar manager friend to a premium gin tasting. The finest of gins were being drank like tap water, with either tonic or ginger and bits of cucumber etc. Twas lovely. The next day I was f*cked on an unprecedented scale. And it was one of those hangovers where you have "the fear". I needed to be in a dark room below by duvet sobbing quietly, but instead I was in a brightly lit office with annoying cheery folk bursting in and asking me questions, making me want to beat them to death with the fire extinguisher.

The next hangover was on Monday of this week. On the Sunday evening, I left my parents' house and headed back to my flat. Got a text from a mate saying a few ones were out and did I fancy joining them for a pint. I said ok and went and had a few Guinness and a few Erdingers. However, at the end of the evening I thought to myself, I could do with another drink or two so I went to the bar and got the cheapest bottle of red wine they had as a carry out. I then came home with the intention of having just one glass but of course I guzzled it all. Then I decided I would have the rest of the bottle of Jameson in the house, about a third of a 75cl bottle, down the hatch. Then at about 4am (with work still ahead of me in the morning remember) I decided that I was hungry so I scrambled SIX eggs to eat (I know because I saw the empty box next day) and also had two Bountys.

Off to bed then, but I woke up the next day two hours late for work. Turned round and looked at my alarm clock to see 10:56am, so I jumped right out of bed but on feet hitting the floor I slipped sharply and banged by head of the bedside cabinet. I slipped because there was an absolute ocean of red lumpy redwine/scrambled egg puke on the floor (wooden floor in my bedroom). So there I was, lying in puddle of my own vile extrusion. I picked myself up and staggered wildly to the bathroom and somehow managed to get showered and got into work for around 11:45am. I once again had very serious "fear" and when I got into work the paranoia was extreme and I felt everyone was staring at me in an accusatory fashion. I felt so utterly tired, sick and miserable to extents which I would imagine very few human beings have experienced. I felt so bad that I went to the disabled toilet with my coat. Went in and rolled my coat up to make a pillow and lay on the toilet floor, quivering in the foetal position for about 30 mins. I could eat nothing and just sipped gently at water. I then left work at around 4pm and went home to clean up the puke on my bedroom floor. Did that and then went to bed for four hours. Woke up and then went to meet mates for a few Magners to cut through the furry mouth. Good times.

FunkyChicken

Suck it up.

thebiggestjim

Jigsaw wrote: »

I should start by saying that I can pretty much cope with any beer hangover.

However, over the past two weeks I have had a couple of epic hangovers. The first was about two weeks ago when I was invited by a bar manager friend to a premium gin tasting. The finest of gins were being drank like tap water, with either tonic or ginger and bits of cucumber etc. Twas lovely. The next day I was f*cked on an unprecedented scale. And it was one of those hangovers where you have "the fear". I needed to be in a dark room below by duvet sobbing quietly, but instead I was in a brightly lit office with annoying cheery folk bursting in and asking me questions, making me want to beat them to death with the fire extinguisher.

The next hangover was on Monday of this week. On the Sunday evening, I left my parents' house and headed back to my flat. Got a text from a mate saying a few ones were out and did I fancy joining them for a pint. I said ok and went and had a few Guinness and a few Erdingers. However, at the end of the evening I thought to myself, I could do with another drink or two so I went to the bar and got the cheapest bottle of red wine they had as a carry out. I then came home with the intention of having just one glass but of course I guzzled it all. Then I decided I would have the rest of the bottle of Jameson in the house, about a third of a 75cl bottle, down the hatch. Then at about 4am (with work still ahead of me in the morning remember) I decided that I was hungry so I scrambled SIX eggs to eat (I know because I saw the empty box next day) and also had two Bountys.

Off to bed then, but I woke up the next day two hours late for work. Turned round and looked at my alarm clock to see 10:56am, so I jumped right out of bed but on feet hitting the floor I slipped sharply and banged by head of the bedside cabinet. I slipped because there was an absolute ocean of red lumpy redwine/scrambled egg puke on the floor (wooden floor in my bedroom). So there I was, lying in puddle of my own vile extrusion. I picked myself up and staggered wildly to the bathroom and somehow managed to get showered and got into work for around 11:45am. I once again had very serious "fear" and when I got into work the paranoia was extreme and I felt everyone was staring at me in an accusatory fashion. I felt so utterly tired, sick and miserable to extents which I would imagine very few human beings have experienced. I felt so bad that I went to the disabled toilet with my coat. Went in and rolled my coat up to make a pillow and lay on the toilet floor, quivering in the foetal position for about 30 mins. I could eat nothing and just sipped gently at water. I then left work at around 4pm and went home to clean up the puke on my bedroom floor. Did that and then went to bed for four hours. Woke up and then went to meet mates for a few Magners to cut through the furry mouth. Good times.

Its time to give it up Jigsaw.

Thomas_S_Hunterson

Jigsaw wrote: »

I should start by saying that I can pretty much cope with any beer hangover.

However, over the past two weeks I have had a couple of epic hangovers. The first was about two weeks ago when I was invited by a bar manager friend to a premium gin tasting. The finest of gins were being drank like tap water, with either tonic or ginger and bits of cucumber etc. Twas lovely. The next day I was f*cked on an unprecedented scale. And it was one of those hangovers where you have "the fear". I needed to be in a dark room below by duvet sobbing quietly, but instead I was in a brightly lit office with annoying cheery folk bursting in and asking me questions, making me want to beat them to death with the fire extinguisher.

The next hangover was on Monday of this week. On the Sunday evening, I left my parents' house and headed back to my flat. Got a text from a mate saying a few ones were out and did I fancy joining them for a pint. I said ok and went and had a few Guinness and a few Erdingers. However, at the end of the evening I thought to myself, I could do with another drink or two so I went to the bar and got the cheapest bottle of red wine they had as a carry out. I then came home with the intention of having just one glass but of course I guzzled it all. Then I decided I would have the rest of the bottle of Jameson in the house, about a third of a 75cl bottle, down the hatch. Then at about 4am (with work still ahead of me in the morning remember) I decided that I was hungry so I scrambled SIX eggs to eat (I know because I saw the empty box next day) and also had two Bountys.

Off to bed then, but I woke up the next day two hours late for work. Turned round and looked at my alarm clock to see 10:56am, so I jumped right out of bed but on feet hitting the floor I slipped sharply and banged by head of the bedside cabinet. I slipped because there was an absolute ocean of red lumpy redwine/scrambled egg puke on the floor (wooden floor in my bedroom). So there I was, lying in puddle of my own vile extrusion. I picked myself up and staggered wildly to the bathroom and somehow managed to get showered and got into work for around 11:45am. I once again had very serious "fear" and when I got into work the paranoia was extreme and I felt everyone was staring at me in an accusatory fashion. I felt so utterly tired, sick and miserable to extents which I would imagine very few human beings have experienced. I felt so bad that I went to the disabled toilet with my coat. Went in and rolled my coat up to make a pillow and lay on the toilet floor, quivering in the foetal position for about 30 mins. I could eat nothing and just sipped gently at water. I then left work at around 4pm and went home to clean up the puke on my bedroom floor. Did that and then went to bed for four hours. Woke up and then went to meet mates for a few Magners to cut through the furry mouth. Good times.

respect

Aurora Borealis

A_M101 wrote: »

My worst hangover ever had me wake up face down on (not in) a bed in a hotel room by myself in my clothes from the night before. The phone was ringing in the bathroom (this hotel had a phone in the bedroom and the bathroom but for some reason only the bathroom phone rang). I stumbled to answer it, still wondering where I was. A friend was on the other end explaining how I was due to compete in 2 hours. I promtly turned around and threw up into the toilet.

That sounds like the start of some film...

OP I feel your pain. Try going for "coffee" with my mate Siobhán.

Jesus H Christ!! and my apologies to the people of Galway City.

Christ have mercy

Akantha

Deleted User wrote: »

Christ have mercy

On us all my friend, on us all.

:pac:

The Guinness was a bit to be desired. I am going to leave early and go to Sean O'Casey's in town for a few messy ones!

You're all very welcome!

stovelid

/note to self: never employ KaG. :pac:

Went home, too tired.

/sleep close thread

Turd Ferguson

Deleted User wrote: »

At a wedding last night for a girl from the office in Louth. Was dropped into work in Clontarf. Haven't sleep a wink, in work trembling & smelly like a used condom. Puked up my breakfast roll there about ten minutes ago. It wasn't even nice, Yo Ming Pau just put mayo on it and forgot the ketchup :mad:

I am a professional pisshead but at this moment I feel like a kid playing hop scotch with Gary Glitter. I want to die. Nothing can help my situation except a possible sneaky pint at 12. I have never been this bad.

There is no point asking for help because there is nothing that can be done! Why the **** would anyone have their weddign on a ****ign Thursday! Pics from last night to follow shortly.

I feel your pain as I am also hungover to f*ck working in Clontarf...at least I dont feel alone now

homerjay2005

nomorebadtown wrote: »

having your wedding on a weekday is poor form to say the least!

going to work the day after is the issue . thur and fri weddings are class, they generally last until sunday.

lee_arama

ME regular pub's Christmas party a few years back. 'Competitively priced drink' for the night.

I remember ringing the ex at 3 in the morning and when she didn't humour me I ****ed the phone down the road.

Anyway - cue 3 days of near death, followed by a million texts when the new phone was powered up cos I'd missed a week of work, and noone had heard from me since that day.

Even the ex rang my parents to see if I was still alive :pac:

Oh the drink the drink...

ronbyrne2005

Lightweights. If you havent ended up in John of Gods at least once your nothing. :pac: