The Morning Came in Sinister...

Hey y'all,

Rob J here.  CIS season is over. All of our hard work has been played out and our commitment to athletic and academic excellence is about to experience a week long lapse.  We may make some silly choices.  We may have some headaches. We may spend too much money. We may throw chickenballs at cop cars and rip sinks off of walls.  But whatever we do we know we earned it.  I'd like to dedicate this post as well as all my hangovers to Blings.  Dude is a fucking awesome runner. Dude can party hardy.  I want to be the fastest Spartan and Dude is making it a pretty good class to be in.  Congrats on an inspiring CIS career.  We loves ya man.

So, let's get to it.  Drinking is like running 200m repeats: anybody can fake it.  It doesn't take too much skill or self determination to get greasy.  However, hangovers are like VO2 Max Mile repeats.  I am bad at hangovers.  I am weak.  I lay in bed all day and hate myself.  Actually sometimes I laugh knowing that I got myself into it, and sometimes I am sad because I did stupid stuff.  But mostly I am tired and sick.

My first song has to do with a typical hangover for me.  I just want to be cuddled and told everything is alright. Nick Drake is soft and soothing.

This second song has to do with the kind of hangover I feel on down week.  The one where I am excited to get back to the bar.  Hangin' out with good people, doin' fun things, and gettin' messy.  It was a bad morning but let's get some ceasars at lunch and do it again!

The third song is for when you do something stupid and are sad.

This last one is the original hang over song.  Hank Williams is a tough dude.

i'm going to end here with a poem by Bukowski:
you
no faces
no faces at all
laughing at nothing
let me tell you
i have drunk in skidrow rooms with imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light whose voices retained some sensibility
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill
poor but not deluded
and we stretched in our beds
and rose in the late afternoon
like millionaires