A few weeks ago, I received a hangover cure in the mail, Hangover Buster. Last night I set about acquiring the necessary state.
Actually, I don’t think anyone gets a hangover on purpose — or maybe they do and I don’t hang out with the right masochists. I don’t even drink too much on purpose, and certainly not on a Tuesday (!), but when I got into bed last night, I realized that’s exactly what had happened.
So this is what happened:
7 pm: La Dolce Vita event to promote Starwood Hotels in Italy. (Duly noted: Starwood has a special deal for US travelers — 20% off their lowest available rates.) This was at the Wattles Mansion, a stunning estate that hides at the corner of Hollywood Blvd. and Curson. It was the second home of an Omaha businessman with the unfortunate name of Gurdon Wattles, but you can have any name you like if you can afford to have a 49-acre estate built in 1907. Today it’s HQ for the nonprofit Hollywood Heritage, which rents it out for events like this.
Also noted: Much of the Wattles acreage is now occupied by an enormous community garden. There were passionfruits growing on the chain-link fence that surrounds the property, which apparently is open to the public dawn to dusk and connects with Runyon Canyon hiking trails. (Can’t wait to explore this further; if anyone is a garden member or has more information, please email me.)
So: Great setting, nicely appointed in all black-and-white — although the ’70s-mod chairs had an unfortunate tendency to tip over in slow motion, gently depositing guests on the lawn. Wines were pleasant but mass-production Pinot Grigio and Trentino; the buffet included gazpacho shots topped with mozzarella balls (delicious) and a risotto made with red wine, lobster and, uh, raspberries and blueberries. (While not dreadful, decidedly weird.)
8 pm: At the valet, check the NBA scores: It’s halftime; we are being pummeled. Consider finding wine bar to wait out the game, the better to avoid the sound of husband inventing new curse words.
8:30 pm: Thought of drinking alone to avoid going home, no matter how sound the reason, is a little too "Mad Men." Walk in the door and am confronted with the sound of… someone playing the piano. The TV’s not even on. And instead of NBA misery, Doug is with two friends, one of whom just played keyboards for Jewel on "The Tonight Show," drinking Coronas. And he proceeded to play and drink beer for another two hours. It was great fun, although I did not drink beer; I drank wine.
10 am: I am late to work. Having guzzled water and lemon juice, I feel OK; almost hoping I don’t feel too good because I want to try my Hangover Buster.
10:30 am: Arrive at the office; I still qualify.
10:45 am: Open the Hangover Buster press release. Read the following:
For optimal results, take two tablets as directed before bedtime.
10:46 am: Sulk.
11:30 am: Give up and resolve hangover same way as everyone else: Coffee and a Hot Pocket heated inside a microwave sleeve. Feel better almost immediately.