I've never been hungover, but I imagine it feels like the time I drank too much at a Boxing Day party. I had to go hide in the bathroom, because I did NOT feel well AT ALL. Felt fine after about ten minutes, but it wasn't fun while it was happening, and I was kinda dizzy all night. It might have been partly psychosomatic, but I drink maybe six times total in a year, so my tolerance would naturally be pretty low. I generally tell people I don't drink at all because it's easier than explaining. (Same way I explain my Aspergers'-related pickiness with food to waiters when my family take me out and I ask them to leave bits I don't like off what I'm ordering as me having allergies; it's easier than a long explanation and it makes me feel less like I'm being awkward.)

Strawberry beer sounds like a very Mossflower-y thing, now I think about it. Will have to include it in the OFUR. Perhaps the students can figure "strawberry cordial = good, October Ale = good, mix the two together = better", do so, and puke, because that's not how to make strawberry-flavoured beer. They're mostly teens and college-agers, experimenting unsuccessfully with alcohol is what they do.

... at least until my bus or train or whatever I end up taking is due. *makes note to look up timetable well in advance*

Other plans? Why do I not like the sound of that?

If Tim does come, can we please limit him to one drink? He'll probably settle for a pint of foul muck Guinness, rather than the bottle of absinthe he asked me for.