Two adult friends of mine, in their fifties actually, had to blow off going to a game on Sunday due to having hangovers from a party the night before. It was sort of an accidental reunion so there were stories going back thirty years, great time, lots ( and lots) of drinking, apparently good Scotch was the culprit. It was a good night for Uber. Oddly enough my top three are beer and not hard liquor related. Two ridiculously bad ones were multiple Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Ales @ 9% plus. One morning was followed by an early morning favor to help a buddy move, brutal...the other morning was spent hiding from the mid August heat and humidity , and pulsing temples, in the conservatory at the Smithsonian. Those misters in the rain forest area saved my bacon. The worst however was a party years ago at my place.....big party with a couple kegs of good ale. As the party started to wind down another couple joined us and hit the hot tub, we were jumping in and out to get more beer. The fateful move was skidding the keg across the deck so no one had to get out. We put the keg hose next to the tub and just filled our beers over and over and over......until sunrise. We must have looked like naked vampires scattering when the sun came up. I actually remember, surprisingly, someone asking what happened to the stars ? Somehow during the night someone had found one of those Costco size tins of Swedish butter cookies and the deck was covered in soggy cookie bits in about a three foot radius outside, the hot tub was full of globules of liquid cookie remants. It was more than disgusting. We weren't really totally hammered, just pretty drunk for a long ass time. The lack of sleep, duration of drinking.....probably a solid eight hours, and zero hydration yielded an activity cancelling couch locked two day hangover. I think that may have been my introduction to Gatorade.