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13 April 2005 @ 12:36 am
A case of the morning afters, the night before.  
I've been forced to confront something about myself.

I love hang over stories. I love hang over stories so much that I will read them in virtually any fandom I know anything about, and several I don't, really. I love hang over stories so much that I am predisposed to forgive poor writing, in order to read about the hang over.

There's something about the sheepish, irritated, mildly amused hilarity of your basic run of the mill 'I've been having a good time, and now must pay' hang over that I find basically irresistable.

It may be because when I'm hung over, it's as though my world starts out tiny, and I have to make very conscious efforts to enlarge it as my day goes on. Like, okay. I wake up, and I'll wake up with one semi-coherent thought such as, "There is something sticky on my hand." or "Why am I lying half on and half off my bed?" or "There's a bra on my face. Is it mine?" That thought will be what pulls my eye-lids open, as though they had been welded together and the thought is some kind of -- I don't know. Industrial sized tweezer.

That metaphor got away from me.

But the point is, when you're hung over, you wake up, and with every breath, you have to re-assimilate yourself back into the world. And the funny thing is that you can remember a time when the world wasn't a strange and harsh place filled with loud noises and bright colors and seemingly insurmountable obstacles, like the five steps to the bathroom, and squeezing toothpaste out of a tube.

Hang overs are about getting back to basics. Like, you know, lying on your back in a darkned room and drinking water until you start to feel less and less like a reptile birthed in a pool of Everclear and more like somebody who can manage at least to stand underneath the shower and think vaguely in the direction of shampoo even if not apply it to your hair.

I'm not saying that I like to have hang overs or anything. Dear GOD no. I will be the first to admit that I am not one to suffer silently for the most part. And when I'm hung over, it's as though I've become the bottom of a taxi cab in New Orleans after Mardi Gras. But, there's always a certain Hunter S. Thompson quality to the world when I'm hung over, as though I've gotten caught on a mary-go-round at the Circus Circus as penance for my sins against the color mauve or something. Not that I have any mind you, but these are the things I find myself thinking when hung over.

There are the Bad Hang Overs, too, of course. The ones where you were drinking the night before specifically because you were in a place of misery akin to dental surgery without anasthesia just of the emotional type. When you wake up with one of those hang overs, the pounding in your head has nothing on the continued anger/whatever it was that drove you to get your drink on.

I like to read about both. Naturally, the first kind -- the Hunter S. Thompson sheepish insanity kind -- is the more entertaining, but the other can be fun, too. Somehow, I like to read about hang overs more than I do being drunk (though the drunk scene in David Copperfield is awesome).

But I don't know -- being drunk is harder to write. It's really difficult to put drunk logic to the page, to somehow duplicate the clearly bizarro brain patterns that lead people to say, climb in through windows and steal large tile dragons made of fake jade that other people are using as door stops because you've decided (with the help of some boxed wine) that you're declaring a fatwah on the next door dorm, and their door stop is now forfeit to that fatwah.

I mean, there's really no logical way to explain that happening. As musesfool says, trying to reconstruct the events of a night where you've had drunken antics is a lot like reading a Faulkner story: "You kind of figure out everything that happened, but you never know what order it happened in, and you can't explain what anyone's motives were." (Which is an analogy so good I covet it, I'll have all of you know. Also, on a vaguely related topic, I totally want a Faulkner icon of this picture, saying "DIS POSSE" behind it. Oh, Faulkner, you and your dispossesing.)

And I'm not saying that every story has to be logical - take for instance any story written from River's POV ever (I've found that when writing River the best thing to do is this: you know that voice that says 'In order for this to make any kind of sense, the following progression of events must occur'? Yeah, do whatever that voice is telling you not to do).

Hang overs, though. Those are easier to write, or at least easier for me to buy, because it's all about the meeting of the fuzzy crazy drunken logic and the re-establishment of actual coherent thought processes.

Besides, people who are highly hung over are usually deep within the kind of desperation that one can't help but be entertained by. Maybe it's kind of a schadenfreude thing, but I think it's also sort of the reason all Cohen brothers movies are funny; desperation drives people to do wacky, hilarious things when it's not a (in reality) a life or death situation.
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thecaelum on April 13th, 2005 04:57 am (UTC)
Merry Christmas! *snicker*

Let me know if you want anything changed.

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pure FORESHADOWING: hot loisnifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 04:58 am (UTC)
Oh my GOD, you seriously just made my day. That's just as hilarious as I had hoped it could be! You *rule*! *throws self at you*
thecaelum on April 13th, 2005 05:00 am (UTC)
Yay! *hugs* enjoy! *snickers more at the icon*
"I don't care how delicious he is, he's EVIL!": my fandom is drunkshrift on April 13th, 2005 05:31 am (UTC)
I love this post SO MUCH. I want to hug it and pet it and call it George.

And now I want to write hang over fic.
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 05:33 am (UTC)
Seriously, anything I can do to encourage that, I will happily do. Would you like handsome native boys and Jack Daniels? I'll find a way, dammit! I'll find a way!
"I don't care how delicious he is, he's EVIL!": wonder where the wonder fallsshrift on April 13th, 2005 06:30 am (UTC)
Hmm. If you had any particular cravings and wanted to tell me about them, it couldn't hurt. The details that go with a hang over, though, I totally have covered.
pure FORESHADOWING: Dis Posse!nifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 06:34 am (UTC)
*toes dirt* Well. You know I always love me some Lindsey fic, because Lindsey = YES. But, the thing about right now is, that if you could find it in your beautiful and bounteous Shrift heart to think of perhaps writing Fast and the Furious I would -- I don't know. Have your children? Give you kidneys? Write you Sports Night hang over fic? *grins* Though the handsome native boys at this point totally are something I'm going to find a way to get you, if only in paper cut out form, via e-mail.

God I love hang over stories.
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pure FORESHADOWING: angelina sexnifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 06:35 am (UTC)
*laughs* Mine are mainly funny in retrospect, but then again, there are always times when you find yourself looking in the mirror and clearly seeing the fact that you have been hit by a truck, and that ruck was called Captain Morgan's and there are tire tracks all across your eyes, which is why they're red, and what can you do but laugh helplessly? And possibly vomit. But usually just with the laughing.
What the hell is up with the mummy?!serialkarma on April 13th, 2005 01:06 pm (UTC)
My friend used to say that kids are like little drunk adults. Which makes even more sense if you think that drunk adults are like little kids. To extend that metaphor, then, being hungover is like being born--the world is bright and loud and scary and you'd really like to curl back up in your nice warm dark place again, but if you want to eat or anything ever again, you have to get up and learn how to deal with it.

The stages of drinking are like the stages of childhood, only reversed. I'm not sure I'm okay with that.
.: rock the fuck on (obsessedmuch)hackthis on April 13th, 2005 04:21 pm (UTC)
You all are thinking way too hard about this, even thought this is fabulous well thought out post. Put the drugs down -- except for the ibuprofen naturally -- and go have a nice fry-up. Bacon makes everything better.
Adoable Frunk: goodpodlyra_sena on April 13th, 2005 04:28 pm (UTC)
mmm, bacon.

even thought this is fabulous well thought out post.

*snorts* Uhh-- this is Nifra, you remember, right? Ha.
.hackthis on April 13th, 2005 04:34 pm (UTC)
*snorts* Uhh-- this is Nifra, you remember, right? Ha.

Did I say I was sober this morning?
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on April 13th, 2005 04:38 pm (UTC)
Hair of the dog, man. Hair. of. the dog.
.hackthis on April 13th, 2005 04:55 pm (UTC)
::waits on delivery from the Podlet Express::

Also, hi, munchkin. ::zerberts Lyra::
pure FORESHADOWING: get yr RIFT ON! - slodnifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 05:30 pm (UTC)
...thanks, man. That's sweet of you.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on April 13th, 2005 05:45 pm (UTC)
You know who loves ya. *smooch*
pure FORESHADOWING: giles mack daddynifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
As long as the bacon is so crispy you can taste the burn on it, then I'm with you, dude. Bacon that isn't crispy is no one's friend. At least not mine!
.hackthis on April 13th, 2005 06:14 pm (UTC)
Bacon: the drug of choice for hangovers everywhere.
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
The womb thing is so perfect. Because, you wake up and you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and there are all of these contractions in your head pushing you toward it, and who doesn't want to scream when they get out of bed when they're very hung over? I mean, scream very very very quietly, but still.
peeps wanna see peeps boink: drinkingmusesfool on April 13th, 2005 04:55 pm (UTC)
*is jealous of your Faulkner icon*
pure FORESHADOWING: Dis Posse!nifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 05:30 pm (UTC)
*flaunts it*
peeps wanna see peeps boink: bitch pleasemusesfool on April 13th, 2005 05:31 pm (UTC)
pure FORESHADOWING: Dis Posse!nifra_idril on April 13th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
You truly, truly, truly need a Faulkner 'repudiates' icon. I can't even begin to explain how much that needs to happen.
peeps wanna see peeps boinkmusesfool on April 13th, 2005 06:46 pm (UTC)
I agree 100%. I shall have to work on it.