beware no-name free liquor

Free booze is one of my favorite things on earth.  Be it courtesy of comped bottle service in Las Vegas, the hospitality of a friend or my personal favorite; a girl buying me a drink- I’m down with the ‘hosted’ beverages.  Last night however, (actually this morning), I learned a valuable lesson that proves G.I. Joe right once and for all - “knowing is half the battle”.

Last night, thanks to a good friend’s hookup, our party was given free limo service for the Underworld show / afterparty.  Upon arriving in the limo I quickly determined I would be the only one drinking that evening, and proceeded to scan the liquor stocks.  There were 2 bottles of champagne (one of my least favorite spirits) and a glass decanter of ‘vodka’.  I of course, opted for the vodka.  Having a very short ride ahead of us, I only had one screwdriver prior to the concert. 

After the show, we piled back in and I poured another screwdriver for the ride to the party.  Just before going in, I slammed perhaps a shot’s worth of the stuff.  It stung, but in my experience, *most* vodka tends to do that straight.

This morning, I felt like my head had been used in a rugby match.  The pounding was so intense I could barely keep my eyes open, and the sensation quickly spread through my body and stomach.  I was.. gawd it pains me to say it; hung over.  For the first time in maybe 3 years.  And after about 3 drinks worth of this mystery hooch.

Although I was grateful for the free booze, next time I’ll exercise more caution and be sure to bring a long a flask of the good stuff, to avoid another next morning nightmare.

Word to the wise:  No name booze = you’re gonna lose, no matter how cheap it is.