With another St. Patrick's Day passed (out) the stories will be told and the foggy memories will be enjoyed. After all the mumbling and stumbling, boozing and smoozing, and straight up green anarchy, I'm sure many people awoke the next afternoon not feeling so lively. Courtesy of Dionysus,
the Ancient Greek God of intoxicating drinks. Some of you woke up exactly as you expected, with a hangover that equally matched the previous night's bar tab. But I guarantee there were a small number who woke feeling exaggeratedly worse than they should have. If that was you you can thank some ASS who woke up feeling great and ready to do it all over again... This is referred to as BALANCE. 98% of the time it's perfectly fair (you get what you deserve), 1% time it's your best friend, the other 1%... a cruel bitch.
We've all been there. You go out for a low key night and have a few drinks. The next day you have your head buried in the toilet like an ostrich not knowing what went wrong. Then there's the nights you party like a Rockstar, drink anything and everything put in front of you. The next morning you're surprised you even woke up. You lie in bed looking around thinking, "I don't feel too bad, a little parched, but not too bad." Then you get up, from wherever you decided was your bed for the night, thinking, "Okay, here it comes." Nothing. You cautiously walk around expecting to be blind-sided by the Hangover Train at any moment. It never comes. At that moment a big shit-eating grin crossed your face as you realize you've just got away with one. Well Done... but beware, what goes around comes around.
So, how did Dionysus treat you this St. Patrick's Day? More importantly... Does he owe you a favour? Or do you owe him?.... Share your story!
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