Hangover from Hell..

Well it's official! 1. This Sanchez has been to hell and 2. It was worth it. This Sanchez has been looking forward to having a vacation in the coming weeks, just escaping the ordinary life and relaxing somewhere on a beach. However, the only time that I have spent away from my home was a day in hell...

 The journey began the night before and was full of promise as all on the the drinking train were enjoying a great night out. Suddenly, a few drinks turned into a few drinks too many. Unbeknown to myself, I find myself waking up the next morning in a sea of pain. It took a while for the realization that I was in hell to hit me but when it did, I knew the pain throbbing in my forehead was not about to subside anytime soon. 

This was no ordinary hangover though, this was a debilitating work of the devil. I spent the entire day, not in my warm comforting house, but in a cold barren workshop of pain, not unlike the feeling of having your bones regrown using Skele-gro. But I battled on, I found myself drinking a curing potion for my hangover, known to muggles only as water. By the end of my ordeal, I had survived only by my will to once again, drink myself to hell the following night.

I suppose the moral of this story is not that this Sanchez beat the devil, although that is an important mesage, but that drinking can comes at a cost. However, as aforementioned, it was worth it. So this Sanchez says this to any readers out there considering dabbling in the art of alcoholic consumption, "Live hard, drink hard, recover hard". 

So whether it be beer, rum or firewhisky, be prepared to find a tough recovery facing you the next day. So until next time, take some time out to discover your hell...