I like excess. I freely admit it. I also know that sometimes I’m going to pay for it. That’s the price right? The bargain you make when you indulge in a little too much of anything no matter what it is. I was reminded of that fact yesterday morning as I lay in my hotel bed and remembered my previous night. I quickly ran through my list of preferred restoratives and cursed myself for not having any Fernet Branca on me. For the three people in the world who do not know what Fernet is, it’s a beautiful ebon elixir that makes boys out of men, restores balance to a listing ship, and in general just makes it all better when you’ve overindulged in either food or drink or both.
So moving on down the list, I was woefully unprepared, no electrolyte bearing beverages within reach. I was being such an amateur. A hurried shower later a Bloody Mary appeared before me and all was right with the world. Continue reading
