The worst hangover of 2019

Your new girlfriends mum seeing you being sick at 2am – that’s how I spent the early hours of Sunday morning.

Luckily I’ve known her for years so it wasn’t too awkward… ?, even though I was there in my boxers making sounds usually found in Jurassic Park.

Good news though – the hangover that followed the next day managed to make it into the top 3 hangovers of my life and it successfully went straight to number one for 2019, so at least I achieved something.

In fact, it was so bad that I almost missed the Liverpool game. Yeah, it was that bad!

Luckily I didn’t miss the game and got to watch Liverpool absolutely boss it, cementing their position at the top of the league (had to add that in there to check if Will reads my blogs).

I rushed to the pub and stood there contemplating the terrible life decisions I made at the same bar the night before; sweating and shivering over and the beer I ordered on auto-pilot – another terrible decision by me.

Why did I have that 5th tequila last night? In fact, why did I have the 1st one? It’s the worst of all the drinks!

I then had that chat you have with yourself after every big session. You know the one… “I’m definitely taking next weekend off the beer. I actually mean it this time! Do you want to feel like this again next week you dick?”

Then the regret kicked in, as I had flashbacks of singing Liverpool songs loudly at the bar the night before. Well, regret is a bit strong as everyone should have the Virgil Van Dijk song in their life (this is below so it can now be in your life too).

The match finished and I was in bed by 7pm that night, after only getting out of bed at 4.20pm; I couldn’t swallow without it hurting (this was still the case until last night) and I felt like death.

Its fair to say that the takeaways from my story are – Liverpool are awesome, I sound like a Velociraptor and tequila is not my friend and never will be.

It’s now Friday morning and I am definitely not drinking this weekend, I promise.

Danny B