Last night I went out to the theater to see a play one of my friends was directing. Harold Pinter’s The Birthday Party. Have you seen it? It is both highly entertaining and bizarre. They put on a really great show.
Afterward we all hit the fancy-ish cocktail bar where I proceeded to make it a night of Manhattans. You know how I love my bourbon, and who can deny the awesomeness of a drink that includes a healthy snack at the bottom of the glass? This is the reason for the great success of Manhattans, Martinis, and Bloody Marys. A cocktail and a snack — part of this nutritious breakfast!
Let’s not discuss how many Manhattans I may have drunk. We all know numbers aren’t that important. Lets just say that I had A Moment this morning where I had to search the house for whatever spot I had deemed safe enough to stash my ring and earrings last night before
passing out going to sleep in a graceful and deliberate manner.
While I didn’t feel hungover this morning, I did have the urge to eat, eat, eat until I felt better. This is just how much my life has changed since the bad days of graduate school, you guys: I used to go to the nearest fast food joint and order a super-sized meal of some type of fried chicken sandwich (far worse, calorically, than a cheeseburger), french fries, and soda. This was my “hangover cure.” As if it somehow had medicinal benefits! So today, when I felt the need to ameliorate my post-cocktail condition, I went to the local healthy/organic/trendy/smug grocery store and I came home with carrot juice, a vegan poppyseed muffin, and a big bottle of fizzy mineral water. Feeling much better now.
To me that stuff still seems a little junky– juice and muffins are loaded with calories and are not really all that healthy. It’s much better to eat a piece of fruit than to drink the juice. So I have this paradoxical sense that I have both indulged and also been virtuous in my choices. Both of those are relative concepts, of course. I do have to confess that had I been in the mood to cook, a big mess of home fries would have been on the menu for sure. There is just something about a fried potato product that really does it for me.
Anyway, what is your favorite thing to eat the morning after, well, you know, a little too much celebration?