Well, I experienced my first hangover meat craving this weekend. After a night out of drinking and carousing (after my responsible dinner at Candle 79, mind you) I found myself on that all too familiar hangover spot on Sunday morning…my couch. The only thing missing from this equation was a hangover diner breakfast…and yes, I gave into temptation. Eggs, sausage…you know rest. Did it help my hangover…not sure. Did I feel guilty afterwards…yes. Am I still thinking about it two days later…yes...not sure what that means, but it means something.
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