Marcy Carriker Smothers


Is there really such a thing as a hangover that’s worth it?
I think so.
I don’t drink excessively often. I am occasionally “over served” as my southern friend says with her lilting accent; I hate those hangovers because they are truly unintentional.
I coined the term “Crossing the Rubicon” to convey the commitment to partying and the acknowledgment there is no turning back. Just as Caesar made an irrevocable commitment to war when he crossed that famous river, I made the irrevocable commitment to fun.
Please no cards and letters to the station. The following was done responsibly:
It all started yesterday afternoon.
My pals and I had a designated driver take us to the B.R. Cohn winery for a Journey concert. Wine was flowing and there wasn’t much food and the food that was there I wouldn’t eat. Mistake number one.
Harold McGee advises, “Foods, and especially fats and oils, delay the passage of the stomach’s contents into the small intestine, giving the stomach enzymes more time to work, slowing the rise in blood alcohol, and reducing its peak to about half of what it reached on an empty stomach.” Geez, now he tells me….
Tater tots and potato chips may repulse me but they may have decelerated my slide into silliness.
Can someone explain to me why water doesn’t taste good with wine? I drink my body weight in ounces everyday, however I cannot force myself to abide by the rule to drink a glass of water after every alcoholic drink. Lack of hydration. Mistake number two.
It’s easy to get distracted at a rock ‘n roll concert. Great music. Dancing. Running interference with the ridiculously drunk lady in turquoise who crashed our seats and wanted to play footsie all afternoon.
That’s no excuse for disobeying the general rule of one standard drink every sixty to ninety minutes. Generally speaking, that’s what the body can metabolize and keep you relatively sober.
I admit to a refill every forty five minutes.
Mistake number three.
So it was not a surprise when I woke up with a fuzzy mouth and a headache.
The first thing I did was smile. I had a great time. It was worth it.

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    October 6, 2009 at 11:41 pm

    Jim is going to be so jealous you got to see Journey!

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