Medina Maitreya, San Francisco – Burning Man is an annual week long event held in the Black Rock Desert in northern Nevada. It takes its name from the ritual burning of a large wooden effigy on Saturday evening. In 2008, 49,599 people attended Burning Man. The event is described by many participants as an experiment in community, radical self expression and radical self reliance. To some it’s a spiritual experience. To others it is ultimate artistic fulfillment. And to a select few thousand it’s hedonistic debauchery at its finest.
Thank you for tuning into part two of this saga for truth. We’ve spent some considerable time in the lab, researching and busting more hangover cures. In this episode, we visit anti-hangover pills, caffeine, and sex as potentials for hangover relief. So next time you look for a hangover helper on Suicide Sunday, remember what you’ve learned from your pals at Caveday and be sure to visit our Hangover Facts page.
We get a lot of questions on the topic: which hangover cures work and which ones don’t? As we already know, the only real remedy is spending time in the darkness drinking water (see Caveday). There is a lot of bullshit floating around on the internet and the topic of hangover cures is no exception. We decided to put together a three part article, laying the smack down on bunk hangover cures. Let us begin on this quest for truth…
Happy New Year! With all of our NYE hangovers finally coming to conclusion, its time to start thinking about our resolutions and how to best keep them. Or, since we know that they never last anyways, how we can break them with the minimal amount of guilt. We decided to pay homage to the pastime of drinking games. In ascending order, we rank the top ten drinking games based on an intricate rating system comprised of two factors: Fun and blackout-potential.
It’s no secret that the consumption of alcohol escalates during the holiday season.
This is partly due to the anticipatory air that pervades the countdown to the New Year. The neighborhood is lit with festive lights and malls are decked in a full-force holiday blitzkrieg. Companies throw office parties. Friends throw ugly sweater parties. Old friends return to town and families glutton over glorious feasts. On top of it all, there is NO WORK, unless you’re employed by a douche company, which you should quit anyways. Continue reading
acronym: PABs • noun : The feelings of uselessness, embarrassment, and general depression that accompany a hangover. Typically linked to blackout drinking.
The topic of Post Alcohol Blues (PABs) has come up frequently in previous articles. While vomiting, headaches, and lethargy are the prime physical characteristics of a hangover, PABs constitute the hellish mental and emotional symptoms. Typical thoughts during PABs include: “Why does everyone hate me?”, “I’m never drinking again.”, and “What is the point of it all anyways?” The emotional holocaust created by PABs can get to be quite ridiculous. You may find yourself embarrassed to answer phone calls from your friends, unable to make eye contact, or crying over your cat that died in elementary school.
The story is always the same: a friend calls you up on a weekday, “Let’s go grab a beer and watch the game.” Ten beers later and probably a few drunk-dials, you collapse into bed dreading the fate that you’ve sealed for yourself tomorrow at work.
You finally wake up to the alarm that you’ve snoozed 14 times. Then panic sets in. “Holy shit balls, I’m late for work!” The first instinct is to call in sick. It’s not a lie, you’re probably worse than sick. Don’t feel discouraged about wasting a sick day on a hangover. Everyone does it…
It’s morning. The good news: you’re in your own bed. The bad news: you’re wearing the same outfit you wore last night, including the shoes. Your bedroom is trashed. It looks like a hurricane and the Tasmanian devil just had sex in your room. But worst of all, you can’t remember a thing.
You mentally scramble trying to piece together the images of the previous night. It’s hard because your head is throbbing. Zeus himself would fear this hangover. Slowly the images start to materialize. You remember karaoke. You remember body shots. You remember vandalizing a tree. Next to your pillow you find your phone. “OMG, was I drunk dialing last night?” Check the call log. The last call was at 4:35 am. Shit. Fear and regret starts to set in. “What the hell did I do last night? Why do I feel like everyone hates me? That’s because everyone does hate me! Whose friggin keys are in my pocket?” These questions and self-criticisms will often lead to Post Alcohol Blues (P.A.B.s) and are likely to increase hangover symptoms three fold, so beware. Continue reading