Sunday February 7, 2010

Super Bowl Sunday...

Having gone to bed at 6:00 AM this morning, I wake up around 12:30. I open my eyes and a pretty wicked headache kicks in. I get up and down some water, as I'm still out of Advil. I cruise into the living room where Tool, Shimon, and Justin are chilling watching TV. Phil is still passed out on the couch in the nook, so we wake his ass up. We chill for a bit before I drive Phil and Justin back to Justin's house around 1:00. After dropping them off, I take a trip over to Meijer to pick up ingredients to make my famous Jon Bode Chili. It's during this trip that my hangover suddenly becomes worse. I hit up Dunkin' Donuts on the way there for a cup of coffee. I sip my coffee and rock a smoke, hoping to cure the steadily increasing illness I was slipping into. With no prevail, I only feel worse than I did five minutes ago. I contemplate saying "fuck it" to the chili, but I kind of promised everyone I would provide it for our Super Bowl party at my house later on. I bite the fuckin' bullet and head to the store.

I bomb through the store very quickly to grab the supplies, trying hard not to vomit at the sight of all this food while my hangover continues to increase. I pay for all my stuff and head back to my car. I drive home and cruise upstairs, hoping to maybe catch a quick power-nap before delving into my Martha Stewart cooking hour. However, Shimon is still chilling at my place, now by himself, as Tool took off for work and Shimon didn't have a ride home right there and then. Feeling obligated to keep him company, because I'm a good host for some odd reason, I fail to take a nap, making my hangover that much worse. Shimon leaves about an hour later and it's now going on 3:00. Everyone is coming over around 5:00. I get on the chili preparation.

Two hours later, everyone starts to show up and I finish up the chili. We all open bags of chips and other snacks and make a huge spread on the table. Jerry arrives with a tray of homemade deep-fried chicken wings, covered in his mom's homemade sweet BBQ sauce. I'm feeling a little better from earlier, so I rock some snacks and a bowl of chili, and manage to finish two beers. Almost immediately after my second beer, my headache comes back full-force. I start to feel insanely ill all over again, making beer consumption completely out of the question. Everyone can sense that I'm feeling under the weather and opts to leave and let me rest, but I convince everyone that it's just a typical hangover and I just need to ease up on the drinking for the rest of the night. Everyone agrees to stick around. They all have a good time, while I have a pretty horrendous Super Bowl experience, trying hard not to succumb to my hangover.

Everyone pretty much leaves just around 10:30, leaving Jerry, Katie, and myself the only ones still remaining. Tool and Litwicki show up not too long after and suggest we take some shots. Thinking that it may help counter-act the hangover, I rock two shots of Goldschlager and rock a smoke outside with Jerry. Sure enough, I start to get some life back into me and my headache goes away, although it pisses me off that I start to feel better after everyone decides to go home. I make the best of it anyway and chill out at the table with Katie and Jerry, bullshitting and drinking some more beer. They cruise around 12:00 or so and I head into my room and proceed to pass out watching more Chasing Amy.