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| I’m just coming off of my first Hamptons vacation and I have to say, I have mixed feelings. Not about The Hamptons, per say, but about the modern vacation in general. When did “vacationing” equate to partying yourself into a drunken stupor, staying up all night and feeling like complete shizah the next day? What happened to the good ol’ days when vacationing meant relaxing, getting away from it all, and unwinding? I was hoping to do a little of that this weekend. | First, let’s start with the definition of vacation: a period of rest and freedom from work, study, etc.; time of recreation, usually a specific interval in a year. Spa massages, beaches, a delicious dinner, biking, hiking, golfing, poolside lounging. Yes. THAT is what a vacation should be. When, exactly, it went from “getting away” to “getting crazy” I have no idea. Things have gone terribly wrong. People now feel the more obliterated, wasted and crazy they get, the more “fun” they’re having. | |||
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Posts Tagged ‘Binge Drinking’
LESS RAGING. MORE RELAXING.
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010by D. Znutts
LESS DRUNK. MORE SOBER.
Wednesday, May 26th, 2010by Mary Jay Blunt
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| Tis the season for trips to wineries and ballpark brews. There is something spectacular about enjoying a cold glass of depressant to ease the awkwardness of summer socials, but have you seen how dangerously unwound people become with a few sips of sangria? Business associates turn into buffoons; classmates turn into circus casualties; housewives turn whorish. No matter the company, libations tend to free the inner schmuck. Don’t get us wrong, dear readers. No need to stop drinking. We advocate safe consumption and frivolity and enjoy watching you make an arse of yourself. | It is difficult to even type this, but honestly, sobriety is a good thing. Sure, Sober Sally may be missing out on a good walk of shame, but all that glitters isn’t gold. Sometimes what glitters is chunky puke in the glow of the streetlight. While friends are waking up wishing for death to come swiftly, Sober Sally awakens with a refreshed outlook on life. Mornings are hard enough without adding the insult of a hangover; why put yourself through unnecessary agony? Though it may appear that refraining from drinking means missing out on good times, many of us could benefit from cutting back on the bubbly. | |||
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LESS HANGOVERS. MORE CURES.
Wednesday, April 28th, 2010by Jacki Moonshine
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| Ah yes, the dreaded hangover. We’ve all been there, on occasion. Some of us more often than others, Hasselhoff. Sometimes a hangover accompanies a great night, sometimes they make a poor night even worse by the next morning. Thanks a lot, unidentified itchy rash. Making matters worse is the fact that my hangovers seem to keep getting worse as I get older. Used to be that I could depend on some binge drinking to remind my friends and neighbors that I am not aging. Perhaps my invincibility streak is ending. | Call me selfish, call me foolish, but quite simply we need a way to ensure that this awful hangover situation never rears its ugly head again. Granted, there are a few people out there, like Congressman Boehner, who should never have access to my proposed hangover cure, but he can just irradiate his hangovers like everyone else, in a tanning booth. As an aside, I can’t even fathom having a drink with a member of the GOP. I get wasted to feel good about myself, not feel angrier, crankier, and more cynical. | |||
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