angovers get a bad rap. We know. If you've gotten this far in the magazine, you've surely divined that we're mildly hungover most of the time. People tsk-tsk this. There is talk of us poisoning ourselves. They make mention of toxins. For crying. A touch of a hangover lets you be you. It reveals your true essence—the joie of your vivre. And what a deal! For us, it costs less than a hundred bucks at the bar down the block. (A brutal hangover does none of these things.) Need inspiration? Feel the right kind of fragile 12 hours from this very second. Bottoms up.
