The One O'clock Hour

One o'clock in the afternoon is roughly when hangovers break. At least for me. This morning I was hungover and had to fly, which is never a good combination. Eight Old Fashioneds at the wedding last night promised me a good time at the reception, a horrible time at two in the morning, and a semi-crappy, hungover morning.

It's immeasurably positive with the hangover breaks.

It will be quite some time before I get that blotto again.

It was fun, though.