Hot Sauce and Aspirin

Some tips and tricks to survive a hangover.

Today is an exciting day if you are a wine lover. According to the Smithsonian Magazine, every third Thursday in November is Beaujolais Nouveau Day. This day marked the end of the harvest season, and celebrated the efforts of wine makers introducing their newly created wine to markets all over Europe, and now all over the world. Beaujolais Nouveau is a lighter red wine, fruity, almost pink, but despite its humble and inexpensive qualities it has created a massive following. Today millions of people eagerly await the release of the newest vintage. Being in south central Florida, I did not have access to any brand new vintages, but I will remain on the lookout and update things if I am able to locate one. I did pick up a bottle of Beaujolais-Villages to have something to toast the day with, but I haven’t opened it yet.

When researching Zinfandel Day, things got a bit murkier. According to Thirst Mag’s calendar, today is their day. According to a google search it is usually celebrated on the third Wednesday in November, which would have been yesterday. Regardless of which day you choose, this holiday was created by the ZAP, the Zinfandel Advocates and Producers, to drum up business for an often overlooked wine. Researchers think that what we now know as Zinfandel originated in Croatia in the 18th century, under the name Primitivo. The wine is made from black skinned grapes. Nowadays it is considered a very American wine, in fact over 10% of California vineyards produce Zinfandel grapes. If you are a BBQ lover, Zinfandel pairs well with smoky meats, though I think it stands alone quite well. Whether you celebrate today, or you were ahead of the game pairing your Zin with your cider yesterday, you will find it is certainly an easier wine to grab ahold of, no matter where you are. I am currently enjoying a bottle of Saldo Zinfandel, it’s one of the pricier ones, coming in around $25. It is made by The Prisoner and always a safe choice, sure to be a crowd pleaser or make a great hostess gift. It has a soft feel, and a rich but still very smooth flavor. The reason I chose it over a less expensive bottle was the design of the logo. The simplicity grabbed my attention on a shelf full of very busy labels.

Red wine is NOTORIOUS for a hangover, the sulphates are killer and it seems to get worse as I age. In an attempt to ward off any potential malaise tomorrow, (remember I am training for 2 long races and a 800 mile distance challenge), I will be taking a complex B vitamin, a milk thistle, and drinking 40 ounces of water today. That should be enough, but if it is not, I will let you know what I take tomorrow to get me over the hump. For now, carpe diem, and enjoy your wine! We are all safe in our houses anyway, so drinking and driving won’t be an issue. Cheers, and happy wine day! If you participate and use instagram, please tag me #hotsauceandaspirin or #zinday, and like yesterday I will like and comment on my favorite submissions!

Good afternoon!  Happy National Apple Cider Day!  Or as I prefer to think of it, National Rum In Your Cider Day.  A couple of days ago I was thinking about ways to create more consistent and fun mid week content.  The thought occurred to me that Facebook reminds us of the big holidays, margarita day, taco day, favorite child day, blonde hamster day. But it probably misses some pretty important ones too.  Curious about what I was missing, I went to the old internet and found Alesessions.com, which lists all drinking holidays for 2020.  Thanks to their hard work, I have a plan.  So check back often, because every national or world drinking day, I will be here with recipes and photos, so you too can enjoy the day!

There are a lot of ways to spike your cider, you can make it hot or cold, you can add rum, brandy, or bourbon.  My friend Lisa recommended using cinnamon sticks, lemon slices, and orange slices in the cider and adding bourbon.  That sounds amazing!  I went with a recipe I found online, but changed it up to fit what I had/what I like.  I did 1/4 gallon of apple cider, 1/2 cup of spiced rum, 1/2 an apple, peeled and cubed, the juice from 1/2 a lemon, and some cinnamon.  Mix the cider and rum in a pitcher.  Mix the cinnamon, lemon juice, and apples in a bowl and stir until the apples are coated.  Put the apple cubes on a skewer (I broke a chopstick in 1/2 because I had no skewers), and use as garnish.  Pour the cider and rum over ice and enjoy! For the purposes of the photo I kept the apples out of the drink, but after that I put them inside the drink and poured a little of the left over cinnamon lemon juice into the drink.  (That was my husband’s idea, and it really added some depth to the drink.) And that’s it.  2 minutes of work to enjoy 4 glasses of slightly alcoholic apple cider! Cheers!  If you partake in the festivities, please tag me on instagram #hotsauceandaspirin #nationalappleciderday.  

Happy Monday, friends and drunkies alike! Some good news before I jump in. My new laptop arrives on Thursday, so I will not be cobbling this together from my phone and an Asus from 2012 for much longer. Impressed by my technological wherewithal? I know you are! Hopefully this new laptop will mean better photos, better editing, and maybe even some videos getting linked up. Who knows? We may get wild. For today though, it’s me, my busted ass base model laptop, that if I’m being honest, for cost $200 8 years ago, has held up remarkably well, and my phone for last looks. Now that we are all caught up, let’s jump in shall we? Almost, let’s almost jump in. Originally, this post was going to be about Sanding Ovations Master’s Cup, a festival with sand castles, food, and art, on Treasure Island Beach, near Sloppy Joe’s, (those certainly are all words that go together). BUT, 2 things happened. 1, I thought, it’s Covid, people should not have or attend large festivals, no matter how cool they are, they will be just as cool next year. And 2, a crazy thing happened to me today, so the sand castles can wait while I tell you about today.

Of course, talking about today means nothing if I don’t mention yesterday. Yesterday, Sunday medium fun day, was going to be a day where we stacked our washer and dryer and reorganized our Florida room (a mud room/laundry room for non Floridians). It was also going to be the day I washed my work out clothes from last week. You know what it ended up being? The day I walked down to the St Pete General Store, bought a bottle of Brut, a slice of the most delicious apple coffee cake known to man, and proceeded to sit on the couch in my living room, drink the bottle of bubbly, and binge watch “The Vow” and “Why Women Kill”. It was also not the day I drank any water. So, that was yesterday, relaxing, lazy, slightly dehydrating day, followed by a pretty early bedtime, and a good sleep. 1 bottle of bubbly spread out over an entire day will not get you drunk, therefor, it will not get you hung over. But it will get you less energized than if you had drank water all day instead.

So now we are all caught up. I woke up, feeling super thirsty, and super unmotivated to leave my cozy house and go for a run. But, I have 2 virtual races and a distance challenge going on right now, so just not doing anything was not an option. Unfortunately I had not done laundry yesterday, meaning I was stuck with some leggings that have zero pockets, which seems inconsequential, but matters because it means I couldn’t drive to the place I planned to run at, because I would have no where to put my keys. St Pete is not a place where you can just leave your keys in your car and expect it to still be there a few minutes later. At this point, I drank 2 glasses of water, but still felt bleary as hell, still felt thirsty, and was annoyed about the no pockets. But, I’m not throwing in the towel, so I grab my air pods and phone, which I’m just going to hold, like a pocketless loser, and head out. It takes me almost a mile before I feel like even walking faster than a meander, but eventually I resign myself to my fate and head to my neighborhood lake, figuring I can at least run around it a few times. Something is always better than nothing, and if you are going to be a runner and a drinker, you just have to deal with days like this. That’s expected. What was not expected was what happened next.

I arrived at the park, and was really happy to see 4 different neighborhood people or groups, 2 women were walking dogs, a man was grabbing lunch, and a couple was doing yoga. Whenever I consider running around this park, I always scan for safety because it’s a very public area, but there are several centers for men and addiction nearby, and occasionally it feels a bit unsafe. But not today, today it was bustling with life and neighbors. I ran around it once, and as I finished the first lap, I had not even noticed that like a western film when the bad guys arrive, it had completely emptied, save 2 men. Still, it’s a public area, lot’s of shops and restaurants and homes surrounding it. So, my guard up a little more once I noticed I was almost alone, I decided to do a few more laps around the lake. The second time around I noticed one of the men staring at me. I smiled when I ran by, women are taught to smile when interacting with strange men, because it’s safer to keep them from becoming angry. The third time around he was REALLY staring at me, and I considered bailing out, and should have listening to my inner alarm bells. Because the fourth time, he spoke to me, invited me to his house for beer, cigarettes and sex. I continued smiling, and said no thank you, and that is when he nodded to the other man who had been sitting up the hill from us. That man stood up and started cutting off the path between myself and the street, I ran. Thank goodness I am in almost decent shape, and while running I texted my husband to let him know what was happening and where I was. We live less than 600 steps from this park. By the time I had made it to the street on the far side of the park, near the general store that had sold me my wine mere hours before, the second man had closed the gap to just a few feet. However, by then I was safely in front of the shops, so he quickly turned down an ally. I texted Brian that I was safe, but did not want to go directly home, so they did not see where I live. Once I felt sure man #2 was not coming back I walked back toward my house, but took some side streets to finish out my run, and make sure the creeps did not follow me home. I immediately felt annoyed that this isn’t the first time a thing like this has happened to me, probably not even the 10th time. Guys, especially white guys, get to freely explore the world, safe from sexual harassment and threat of bodily harm. But women can’t run around a neighborhood lake 600 feet from their home without taking many precautions. It’s a weird thing too, at no point was I truly in danger, I am faster than they were, we were in a public space, I am a good puncher if need be. But in moments like those, you forget all of that, and feel so alone. But to all my other women who run even when hung over, even when they might experience harassment and fear, I see you! Cheers! Until next time, stay safe and hydrated out there!

Hello my completely fabulous drunkies! I feel like I missed a huge opportunity to spend 2020 drunk quarantined with all of you, and I am sorry for that.  Back in 2019, before the world ended, I questioned if I was setting a poor example to the world writing so much about drinking. I even tried to segue to buying your drinks and your everything else responsibly. But I couldn’t stay on that topic, it was so upsetting to be constantly reading and then writing about such horror. I am glad I made the posts and did the research though, because now that I know better, I do better, and will continue to live the things I learned. Who are we kidding though? My brand is socially exploring my environment and occasionally drinking too much. So, to that end, here as we wrap 2020, the craziest year we have collectively experienced, I decided, like sanity to our presidency, to make a dramatic return! 2020 was a big year for us, we sold our Austin home and moved full time to St Petersburg, Florida. During the pandemic. Our son moved 3,000 miles the other direction to Seattle for college, also during the pandemic, and he took our grand-cat with him. My husband started working from home at the same time, which gave us almost no opportunity to meet new people. Which also brought me back here. I found, over the time I spent with this project, it was such a great excuse to talk to strangers. And is there any place drunker than Florida? I’m seriously asking! Maybe restarting the project will help us find new fun friends too. I have a lot of ideas for the directions of this reboot. Trying to make new friends in our 40’s, supporting minority owned bars and breweries, how our little city is adapting, surviving, and thriving during these crazy times, and of course, new remedies that have hit the market during my reprieve. What do you want to hear about? Comment here or on facebook with ideas, and look out for new content coming this weekend! As always, you can find me on Instagram @hot_sauce_and_aspirin, be sure to tag your own socially distanced party pics #hotsauceandaspirin or #hellodrunkies so I can follow your fun too!

Several weeks ago we had a welcome home party for my great friend and her husband, who came back to us from the wilderness of Delaware.  It was a super fun party, sandwiched in between a very busy weekend. (Story of my life, I know!) Because we had plans for Sunday, it was important that I manage to avoid my signature 2 day hangover.  I had recently been given a code for free Liquid IV, which is really just a re-hydration system, not a tailored hangover cure. It is designed for athletes or illness, as a way to immediately replace electrolytes and provide essential vitamins.  Over the course of the last couple of years, I have learned that hangovers and the effects of running a marathon are very similar in terms of depletion, so things that claim to be excellent sources or hydration are usually worth a try as a hangover remedy.  Since this post is largely personal experiences and no larger data pools, whenever I have the opportunity for several people to try the same thing after drinking approximately the same amount of the same beverages, I jump at it.  Now, I did not count how many beers everyone had the night before, myself included.  But I did buy the beer, so I know we were all drinking the same kind, and we all stayed the night, so I can affirm we all drank more than 1-2 beers.  In order to mitigate the disaster, I handed out B Complex vitamins and Milk Thistle the night of the party, and encouraged everyone to take it with a glass of water.  That alone is enough for some of my heartier friends to sail into Sunday mornings carefree and happy.  For me it’s an excellent base, but doesn’t get me all the way home.  So, after some amount of beer, no liquor and no wine, I woke up Sunday feeling thirsty, tired and like I might be hungover later.  I got ready for our day, we were driving about an hour out to Real Ale for an event, then checking out Jensen Ackles brewery, and heading home.  When I got downstairs, my friends Sonia, Michael, and Charlie also came down looking bleary, and my stubborn husband wandered down as well.  Myself, Sonia, Michael, and Charlie all drank a liquid IV.  The taste was not unlike Gatorade, but it really needed to be very cold, and maybe diluted in 20 ounces of water instead of 16.  It says it provides the hydration of 2-3 bottles of water, using “Cellular Transport Technology.” The claim is that due to it’s proprietary ratios of potassium, sodium, glucose and water the liquid can be efficiently absorbed into the upper digestive tract.  As someone who suffers from absorption issues, and really should not drink at all, I was especially interested in that claim. Brian, the stubborn, said he did not need that, and I believe instead took a blo-fish.  Sonia and Michael went to a family BBQ, Charlie, myself, Brian, and Liam, who does not drink as he is a minor with good sense, all went off to Real Ale.  The one thing lacking in the Liquid IV, as far as a hangover cure goes is a stimulant, but it is not designed to be for hangovers, so it kind of makes sense.  Besides being tired, my nausea went completely away, headache was gone, skin and eyes didn’t feel dry.  It worked for me.  Charlie reported the same findings.  Once the coffee we stopped for kicked in, we were both fine.  Brian, on Blo-Fish, had to stop talking several times because he thought he was going to throw up, and his head never stopped hurting.  We tried to rally, but were all kind of over being out in the hot weather after a long weekend of activity, so after a ridiculously delicious grilled cheese and a mediocre beer from Family Business Beer Company, we headed home.  Sonia and Michael, coincidentally had left something at our house, and ended up back there the same time we arrived home.  They both also reported that their family BBQ was only doable because the liquid IV took care of the hangover, but they were tired and ready to veg out at their new home.  I will absolutely buy more of this stuff, it has no harsh chemicals or stimulants in it, and as a sufferer of chronic dehydration, I will use it to survive hot Texas and Florida summers even without drinking!  To find out more about it, or order some for yourself, here is the link! Liquid IV

Fun side note, the makers of Liquid IV also include a packet that is supposed to be a sleep aid, I have not tried it yet, but look forward to testing it out while I am in Florida.  For some reason, I have a hard time sleeping there. The price point for liquid IV is great too, it’s less expensive than some of my other favorites, and serves more than just one function.  My son could take it to the pool, I can drink it after a run, it can keep me alive after a night out on the town, and when I’m in a bad flare it can keep me hydrated.  Any UC/IBD sufferers out there may want to give it a try as a supplement.  Nuun has been my go to, but I feel like Liquid IV has the edge as far as total hydration goes. If I can get a discount code from them for you all, I will include it at a later time, but in the meantime, it’s worth paying full price for it.

Cheers!  And be on the lookout for my spin off blog, Shop The Good Guys, a guide to spending your money on earth and human friendly products, while not going broke or joining a cult!  Hopefully coming later today, May 29th, 2019.

This is a huge departure from my normal antics of traveling, drinking, and drinking while traveling.  This is also extremely important, and since hot sauce is my biggest platform to reach strangers, I wanted to announce it here.  Last Thursday, I woke up in a terrible mood.  You ever have those days?  For no reason you just think it’s going to be a bad day, and so it is.  I woke up already defeated, and started scrolling through Facebook.  You know how when you have those days, rather than look at we rate dogs, or dogs of Instagram, you search for the people on your friends list who you really don’t like, just so you can stay annoyed, and you click on the articles about the world ending, school shootings, immigration disasters, and other massive things that you can’t control very much, but can definitely get mad about?  That’s where I was.  Scrolling through my feed past the cute babies, the bluebonnet pics, the new houses, and stopping on the “area priest rapes again”, etc.  Well, one of the articles I clicked on was basically “You are supporting slavery every day.” And grumpy pissed off me was like, “great, what else am I doing wrong?” But, I read it anyway.  The article, which I so wished I had saved, or that I could even remember from where I found it, was from 2018, and talked about Nestle and how they benefit from slavery, deforestation, anti union practices, and child labor.  It painted a horrible and very effective picture of children stolen from beds being forced to pick cocoa beans, species of animals becoming endangered due to the over farming and deforesting effects of palm oil, forced slave labor of both children and adults, campaigns that convinced mothers to use formula in areas where they had no access to fresh water.  I mean, it was terrible.  Still, I thought, it’s 2019 now, probably they were exposed and decided to make a plan to improve.  I fired up the old google box and learned that once they were exposed as the monsters they are, they said it would be more expensive not to use slavery, and in fact increased the amount of slavery they use.  They argued that the slight cost increase to the consumers was a greater ethical issue than actual child slavery.  At this point in my already bad day, I found a flow chart from the free thought project that uncovered the main companies owned by Nestle. Then I learned they even recently bought out formerly Austin owned, and beloved in my household, Chameleon Cold Brew, which I was in fact drinking, right at that moment.  Upset and overwhelmed I turned to Facebook, I figured they broke me, maybe they could fix me.  The question I put forth was, how do I know what is bad, and how can I find something better?  This innocent question, asked from a hopeless place during a bad day, quickly returned an answer.  Then another one, and another one. Some were so small like, I’m sorry your coffee is evil now, but Ruta Maya is ethically sourced and delicious, and available near you.  So, I was like, OK, I have coffee now, but what about every other thing I buy that is terrible? (Coffee was kind of the least of my problems, since I usually get my coffee from a local,  woman, LGBTQ owned cafe any way, shout out to Crema for keeping me caffeinated.)  But one game changer was a link to Better World, which lists thousands of companies in dozens of categories, and ranks them A to F based on their extensive research. Once I learned that just because my toothpaste was evil, that didn’t mean all toothpaste was evil, or that I had to start using baking soda and lemon juice or something, to avoid the evil toothpaste giants, I realized it was not going to be that difficult to avoid the big bads, and send them a message by using my money to support their competitors who operate with a soul.

My plan is to create a blog, separate from Hot Sauce, that provides practical guides for all kinds of things.  A one stop shop for you before you shop.  An ethical pre-store.  It will include what to buy, but also where to buy it.  How to best travel (hint, southwest isn’t too bad if you need to fly.). Where to bank, what cars to buy.  And unlike most of the lists, I will skip the overly crunchy stuff, and focus on cost effective, easily accessible items that receive high user ratings.  Doing the right thing shouldn’t be more expensive, it shouldn’t take more time, and it shouldn’t be something you agonize over. Let me do all that research for you, you just keep shopping and living your best life.  And if any of my drunkies stuck with me this far, I will be making sure that going forward my hangover remedies are all ethically sourced.

What I need from you all is a name!  My friend Leslee (Taming of the Two), said she likes Supreme guide to shopping without raping the earth and its inhabitants.   My niece, who is currently in college majoring in environmental studies likes Capitalist Hellscape Survival Guide.  I was thinking something short and sweet like The Ethical Capitalist.  But what do you all think?  Whatever I decide, it will be launching on it’s own site soon!

I have to take a minute before I start, to say thank you to Stouthaus Coffee for being cool with the 20 people taking up all their table space with our laptops.  I usually write from home, planes, hotels, and once the bathroom (I have IBD, sometimes I spend a lot of time in there!) Today I needed to vacate my house for a couple hours, so I decided it would be an excellent time to catch up on posts over a couple beers.  My husband suggested Stouthaus, since they have coffee and beer, so here I am, joining the sea of laptops, taking up space, looking important, drinking the prettiest beer ever! Shout out to people who “work from home” from bars, that’s such a smart choice, I hope you are ordering something every hour or so to pay for that privilege.  I certainly have been, which makes me think I should have ubered here, but I have left my car in this parking lot more than once!

Moving on, this past weekend was Easter for Roman Catholics and Christians, it was also Passover, so happy holidays if you align with any of those things.  I personally am not religious, but am a sucker for tradition, so we travel to west Texas whenever possible for Easter fun.  My best friend in the universe lives in Odessa, and obviously going there spells shenanigans.  Normally I pack all my best remedies to help us muddle through.  This year everything sneaked up on me, and I found myself shoving clothes in a bag Friday morning as we tried to get out of town.  No remedies, no vitamins, no plan!  We were unofficially hoping that Friday would be the crazy night, so if we were hungover we could still function to hunt for eggs then drive home on Sunday.  It’s a 5 hour drive from Austin to Odessa, Texas is huge.  I have done that drive hungover more than once, it is terrible.  Friday night though, we were so tired.  5 hours in the car, followed by a heavy pasta dinner with Nikki’s parents (we had to see them if we were in town!), and we all came back to the house sleepy and full.  So, I tried to rally, but ended up calling it at 10 PM, and heading to bed.  The obvious part of this story is that meant Saturday we were all well rested and ready for fun.  We loaded up in a car and headed out to buy tiny bottles of liquor for an adult Easter egg hunt, hit the grocery store for beer and snacks and started our day.  At the grocery store I bought some milk thistle, a b complex vitamin, and a hydration/vitamin power, figured it would have to do.  We stuck mostly to beer, despite a successful bottle hunt, but added a dark and stormy and a dirty martini to the mix.   I also made sure to take the vitamins before we started and add in lots of extra water.  Plus, my son brought his switch which has Just Dance on it, so we danced our drunk asses off for HOURS.  So much fun was had by all, and we stumbled off to bed around 2 AM.  Y’all, Milk Thistle and B complex, I know I have told you this before, but it works!  Especially if you add extra water to the mix.  The best part of this particular remedy is that it’s cheap.  You simply buy bottles of vitamins and take one capsule of each every time you drink.  Hell, you can take them every day if you want, they are vitamins, it won’t hurt you! I woke up around 11 the next morning, feeling fine.  Nikki, who can have 2 drinks and end up hungover, was fine, Randall and Brian were also fine.  If you are ever stuck out of town with none of your go to remedies, just hit up a grocery store, target or pharmacy and get some b complex and milk thistle, you will thank me!  If you are allergic to ragweed, be careful with the thistle, it can cause a reaction. We wrapped up the weekend with an Easter Egg hunt at the park and a 5 hour drive, happy, tired, and not at all hung over!  It was a springtime miracle! I hope you are all having happy, healthy, non hung over spring times as well.  If you are, let me know what remedies are working for you, and what your favorite drinks are.  See you soon, my favorite drunkies!

A couple weekends ago the weather was spring time rain multiplied by 10, because it’s Texas and our weather is bigger than your weather.  Not wanting to skip on fun and friends we organized a board game day at Skull Mechanix.  If you have not gone there yet, you are really missing out. They brew a huge variety of delicious beers, have a giant welcoming space, host great bands at night, and are run by some talented guys.  Seriously, go check them out.  There we were, board games, lyft drop off, delicious beer, great friends, ready to laze the day away.  I decided it would be a great opportunity to really give Over EZ the test it deserved.  Myself, I think Brian, and our friend we call Golf Guy all took one with our first beer, and proceeded to stay for several more drinks while we played Joking Hazard, Organ Attack and of course, Trivial Pursuit.  Around 7 we tore ourselves away from the brewery and headed back to our house to play Jeopardy on the Switch and have a couple more beers.  We stuck to beer all day, which is good, but drank enough to really give the remedy a test drive.  Eventually, around 11 PM, I had a glass of water and went off to bed.  Around midnight our smaller dog decided the thunder was too scary to live, and he started crying.  I went down a couple times, my husband went down a couple times, finally at 6, my husband gave up and went and slept with him downstairs so we could all get at least a little rest.  All of that should have spelled hangover, but it didn’t, at least he and I were totally fine the next day.  Golf Guy slept over, but left around 6 as well, thanks Horatio Canine, so I didn’t know if the capsule had worked for him.  That is, I didn’t know until days later when I received this text; “Either that hangover vitamin or the water, or both, kept the hangover away last weekend.  Wish I had one last night.”  I am 3 for 3 with it, and everyone else seems to agree!  If you want to purchase a sample pack to try for yourself, here is a link.  I am going to pick up a larger order of it, the packaging makes it excellent for party favors!  And if you ever happen to be in the Austin area, go check out Skull Mechanix.  You can tell them I said hi, they will know who I am.  (That makes sense if you read yesterday’s entry.) In the meantime, one of my friends sent me a possible remedy that sounds disgusting but doesn’t cost anything, that I plan to try in May, so keep checking back and sending me ideas for remedies or places to check out in Austin or St Pete.  Thanks, my favorite drunkies!

I live in Austin, but we also have a home in St Pete that we visit as often as we are able.  Early April was one of those fortunate times where schedules aligned, flights were cheap, and there was a lot of work to do on the house, so we headed down there.  I love the house, my husband is less excited about it. But he mostly humors me, and helps out when things need fixing.  The best part of St Pete for him is not the house, it is the town.  There are a lot of good reasons for that, and it seems like every time we go the list gets longer.  We live in a neighborhood called Historic Uptown, with better neighbors than anyone deserves.  The neighborhood also recently got a really cute coffee shop that serves beer, and had some kind of a neighborhood craft/farmer’s market/ clothing sale in the park across from the new shop this weekend.  When we bought the house in August it was with the hope that all the “planned improvements” would materialize, and I am so glad they are.  My dream in life is to live in a walkable city, and St Pete is getting as close as you can get.   In addition to the things in very close proximity, there is also the Dali Museum, which is currently hosting a Magritte/Dali team up.  The museum is a little expensive to justify my level of museuming, which is basically, walk through, look at 2/3 of it, find a couple I love, hunt Pokemon, and leave.  We spent $50 for that.  And have done it more than once! What can I say? Magritte is my jam, and Dali is dope, but I have a social media level attention span.  It’s seriously worth it just for the cloud room.  If it had been a Tuesday, I would have just sat in there for an hour.  But it was a crowded Sunday, so we came, we saw, we went to the bar.  The bars are another big draw for us.  I mean, I obviously drink! WHAT? I know, it’s a shocker, but contain yourself, because if you like to drink and hate to live in a city with crowds of douche bags, (sorry Austin), St Pete is absolutely the place for you.  Within walking distance from my house, which I gauge as under 1.5 miles, there are 5 breweries and at least 1 dozen bars.  If you spread the parameter by about 1 more mile, there are 3 times that.  And the best part is, they are never crowded. The weekend we were in town, our next door neighbor warned me that it was a busy time, which it was, relatively.  But there were still zero waits for tables, zero issues with parking, and zero traffic, as long as you stayed off bridge roads.  It’s definitely my happy place, I can’t wait until we are able to spend lots more (almost all of) our time there.

While we were in town, we hit St Pete Brewing company, Cage Brewery, Pinellas Ale Works, MacDintons, and of course The Hollander Hotel. We also ventured out of downtown for an afternoon and headed to St Pete Beach to check out a bar/restaurant/boat house owned by a friend of a friend, that was highly recommended to us.  Downtown St Pete is urban, you see hipsters, yoga people, homeless people, office working folks, a smattering of tourists, typical city fare.  But 15 minutes in the car over to St Pete Beach and the entire scene changes.  It becomes typical beach dwellers, retired folks and vacationers.  You will catch fun conversations from locals, and find traditional beach food like crabs, fish and fries.  The beer selection is not what you will find downtown, but it’s a decent offering for a beach bar, and the views from the rooftop are excellent.  If you happen to be in the area, go check out Crab Daddy’s at Blind Pass.  Tell them I sent you, they won’t know who I am yet, but they will learn, if enough of you say hi!

Brian and I were responsible humans during our quick weekend getaway, and as such no remedies were needed, though I did take an over EZ just in case.  We are hoping for another quick trip mid May, perhaps the results will vary, so stay tuned!

Saturday kind of got away from me, but I had a feeling it might, so I was prepared. Not prepared like, ok, today has a lot of activities, only have one drink at each of them. Not adult prepared. But prepared like, I just received a new hangover remedy in the mail, so figured I would take the day as an opportunity to test the limits! Here it is, with mimosa #2 at Jack and Ginger’s in the Domain. You take it while drinking, which is the best type, because if it’s after, you are too drunk to remember. I like a just before you start, or early on in the process remedy. If I’m being honest, and why would I lie to you? I was skeptical when I read the first batch of ingredients. It was the usual suspects of b vitamins and magnesium, but at 100% of the daily dosage, instead of some other ones I have tried that have 1000%. Where it separates itself from the pack is in the proprietary blend. It has the old faithful milk thistle, but it also has chicory root, grape seed, beet root, and some other great stuff you don’t usually come across. That gave me some hope that Sunday might turn out ok. Anyway, my day continued on, 3 mimosas and a beer, with a glass of water at the first place. A stop for ramen, a beer, and a glass of water, then an art show at Friends and Allies where I had 3 more beers, and bought a new photograph! I have not hung it up yet. But it is by Melissa Fontenette-Mitchell, her stuff can be seen Here. After that we called it a night, at the respectable hour of 8:30! I think I fell asleep around 10, then one weird thing happened. I woke up from 3:30-4:45. I wasn’t really hungover, I think my body was just super confused by going to bed so early. While I was awake anyway, I drank 1.5 pints of water, and eventually drifted back to sleep until around 10. When I woke up that time, I was completely fine. No trace of a hangover. People who have been following me from the beginning know that sometimes 4 drinks over a whole evening will put me out for 24 hours. So, this is promising! If you want to try it for yourself, I found it for you on amazon, right here! I have 5 more packs, and am planning a more scientific approach soon, where a few of us will all try it and drink different things, and report back the findings. But for now, I cautiously call this a success! Thanks for coming on this adventure with me, I hope it helps! It was fun getting back to the heart of the hot sauce! Cheers, my faithful drunkies! Until the next adventure, don’t drink and drive, and come follow me on Instagram, @hot_sauce_and_aspirin! Remember to use the #Hellodrunkies for your party pics, to get some love from me and mine.