The dreaded hangover. Why must fun come at a price? Maybe it’s to remind us that alcohol isn’t so good for us but why, oh why? I’m a total light weight so a couple of glasses of wine can mean a serious headache the next morning. I completely envy those impenetrable folks who never get hangovers. The lucky ones. Either way your post night out meal says a lot about where you’re going. The first meal you eat when your stomach is in knots, head is pounding, body is dehydrated, will set the tone of the rest of the day. Maybe even—dun, dun duuun—the rest of your life! Just kidding. But I’ve always admired those co-workers who come to work prepared with gatorade, aspirin and a prayer. They are old pros at the game. Meanwhile, I am upchucking 3 buck chuck and my charcuterie plate.