Okay, my plan for blogging for 48 hours straight was waylaid due to the fact that I was drunk when I came back home. Last night was my peeps birthday at Belmont Lounge. F.Y.I., Every Friday it’s free of charge and ROB SWIFT holds down the 1’s and 2’s.
Belmont Lounge is a nice little spot off the east side of Union Square. A lot of NYU co-eds play the space because the drinks are serious. I fucks with this shit called the Blue Long Island. I had one too many. I have such a fuckin’ headache. I gotta go back to sleep.
Dallas:
You are looking like the drunk that rambles into people’s pictures and just effs up the shot… crazy….
NICE Shot.
Tony’s hangover cures:
1. Menudo . . . I think it’s mental, looking a pig stomach that actually smells so much better than it tastes gives you a new perspective on life. (Note: Not the band, the music will make you kill yourself if you’re already in a bad state).
2. Sprite or 7up . . . Stay away from water . . . Technically it’s good for you but it makes you feel horrible as it cleanses your system. The sugar in the clear sodas will make it all better.
3. Toast . . . Soak that shit up.
Things to avoid:
Chinese food, it may taste good but it looks like puke and that’s what it will make you do when you get a taste.
Work . . . Yeah, screw that.
Long conversations with women, which should pretty much always be avoided.
Quay’s hangover cures:
Time and lots of it.
Quiet with a side of peace.
1 extra tall mug of hot boiling water sipped from a mug.
(just like you were gonna make some tea, just without the teabag)
the hot water expands the blood vessels which are shrunken from the alcohol and dehydration caused by such.
belmont lounge 15th st and irving place i believe.