Please sympathise with me by telling me of a time you had to pack for a holiday with a stonking hangover

[billybassie]

Hanging out of my arse. I'm pushing 40 so should know better. Been vomiting most of the day and now have to pack for a 2 week holiday. Flight at 8am.

Clothes are washed and mostly ready to pack. Last night before stumbling to bed a put the passports and boarding passes nicely in a pile on the table, so that was nice of me.

Please make me feel better by telling me of times you have been similarly stupid when having to do something important the next day.

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I can't reply to your previous message but I was laughing I used to be able to carry a bag on now I look like I'm emigrating 😂

On holiday with my best friend and we decided to have a few drinks with people we had met. Bags packed and ready. What could go wrong?
Ended up hideously drunk god knows where. Only just made it back to hotel in time for the taxi to the airport. My friend has dissolved into hysterical tears and I was so drunk I could hardly see. I had to cover one eye at the airport to read the departure board. Friend cried all the way home. I sat on the plane amazed that we had made it in one piece.

20 years ago I was in Florida with family (ex)

Got so drunk ate a whole packet of pistachios INCLUDING THE SHELLS. Missed flight. £800 lighter. Bum hole never the same.

Oh but OP you will be fine x

Most reassuring message yet, thank you. I'll keep an eye on my bumhole.

Aw man, I'm going to have to try and go to bed with a bag of kettle chips and hope they square me up 🤞

Thanks all for the solidarity x

How the hell did you not break teeth!

Missed a midnight ferry 😂😂😂 amazing

When I was 20 I was on the army. Packed for a six week tour in Cyprus after a big night out. I was going the next morning.

You'll be fine x

Flew on a chinook with ear defenders the whole way it was tragic. No one could hear each other speak or shout. We had to sit in cargo nets.

I felt vile the whole way and it was boiling.

The only thing to do is have another drink. It will get you through.

Not exactly what you asked for but might help you feel better.

Got so drunk the night before my brother's graduation. Had to share a twin room with my Auntie in a scary B and B (aunt didn't come on the piss with us).

Next day felt really ropey. We stopped for lunch. I thought I was ok with a jacket potato, initially felt fine.

Then stood next to my Dad who was puffing on a cigar before we went to take our seats. Which sent my stomach turning.

To cut a long story short I threw up in my (closed) mouth during the ceremony and had no choice but to - well - swallow it back down. Luckily it was chunky and less projectile than liquid due to the jacket potato so that was ok then.

Oh these are so funny
Literally actually crying

But I my because I have done this sort of thing far too many times.

I call it your 'hangover memory '. Ie the length of time you go from feeling like you are in organ failure - to the next time you go "it will all be fiiiiiiiine" as you pop open the next bottle of <insert drink of choice>

And yes I have flown from Edinburgh airport with a stinking hangover. The awful tartan carpet was moving before my very eyes. Flight delayed by hours. I've never gripped the seat arm rests so tight in my life (in the belief that would stop me vomiting)
Journey from hell.

I packed for a holiday whilst off my tits drunk once. I have a massive fear of flying and made the mistake of checking the forecast of where we were going the day before. It was due to piss it down the whole time we were there, so I was flying for 4 hours to a week of shit weather. Got stupidly drunk to console myself the night before we left, packed the bags, got there and realised I’d got nothing we needed. And it indeed pissed it down for a week.

No no no I actually lost seven years of my life like this once!

Ooh, ooh, and another one I've just remembered!

Not a flight but before a holiday.

I had recently read the first chapter of Dale Carnegie's "Stop Worrying and Start Living" which advised me to keep my thoughts in 'day tight compartments' and concentrate on the present day.

The next day, I was going on holiday after work with my boyfriend so concentrating on today only I decided to go down the pub that evening. It was a Sunday and this was in the 1990s so I knew I wouldn't be out late.

Unluckily, I crossed paths with a party animal friend and ended up sitting on a bench taking speed with him until the early hours. What japes!

It would have been about 3AM when I made it home. The next morning I peeled myself out of bed at 7AM hungover, on a mad comedown and had to start throwing clothes into a bag for my holiday screaming "this is why we don't keep things in day-tight compartments, Dale!"

Got to work and at lunchtime - the office closed early as we were all going to the funeral of a colleague who had sadly died recently.

Got a lift to the funeral with my friend/colleague who had to stop the car for me to vomit by the side of the road. That was nice because about 3 cars full of my work colleagues then passed me heaving by the side of the road.

Exchanged pleasantries with the Assistant Chief Constable at the graveside (police funeral).

I've got loads of these kind of stories, sadly. I'm ever so straight now though!

A few years ago, pre kids , we were on a Caribbean holiday.

on our last night, we not only overdid the local (excellent) weed, we also drank far too much.

After partying hard with mates, we fell into bed at some god forsaken hour and then had to get up and leave for the airport in the early morning. We hadn’t packed one item. To say I was hungover is an understatement. I was puking and sweating and we were both scooping up our clothes from the floor and lobbing them in suitcases.

we then had a lovely long bus ride through winding roads to the airport. It was horrendous. To torture me further, our flight was massively delayed.

Funny thing was by the time I got the train after the funeral to the actual holiday I was absolutely fine but when I got back from holiday a week later I started vomiting again and had to go straight to bed.

@limitededitionbarbie UK to Cyprus is a very long Chinook flight, hard enough without a hangover!

The pistachios story is brilliant 😂

I was on my first girls holiday in Ibiza, we went for a night out , due to fly home the next morning. I Decided that would be a good time to try weed (first and only time) with a group of lads I’d met. I Got so stoned/drunk I ended up separated from my friends, and couldn’t find the hotel as I just didn’t recognise anything anymore! Wandered the streets for 3 hours, luckily one of my friends was out looking for me and we made it back with about 4 minutes to spare before the taxi came! God knows what I packed, most of my stuff is probably still in Ibiza now. She’s still my friend luckily 😬

I've had to pack with a hangover several times on the way home. Probably not so bad as it's just shoving all the stuff you took with you back in the case again . Apart from in self catering and having to have a clean and tidy round as well .

Taking a 9 hour flight to go away for 6 weeks, with the potential to move away long term. I thought I’d have a last night on the town with my friends. I was headed somewhere quite remote, do I knew I going out like that again for some time. Thankfully I was packed and ready to go, rolled in with only enough time to collect the bad and get straight back into a taxi again.

Miraculously, managed to get through the airport okay, and finally into my seat… which was perfectly positioned right next to one of the engines… by then I couldn’t hold my head up. My head remained resting on my palm by window the entire 9 hours. I dared not move an inch, even breathing made the pain unbearable and everything was spinning for hours.

I had such a violent headache it felt like sledgehammers were doing a demolition job on my skull… imagine a nice perfectly soft white deep pile carpet, with a beautiful white fluffy cat walking delicately on it, and you say: “What the bloody bell is all that racket!” That kind of hangover.

I was unmoving for so long the lovely elder gentleman sitting next to me asked me if I was alright? I think he was checking to see if I was still alive.

My neck hurt for longer than I care to remember, and the hum of an airplane engine still horrifies me, I’ve skipped flying long haul a few times because of the memory of that flight.

Ohh this makes me feel headachy just reading it. Just recovering from a migraine and the thought of a head like that on a plane-ugh. Sympathies.

Oh some of these stories are giving me hangxiety! I hate airport and trains and buses 😂 and I have bad anxiety anyway. I salute you all!

when my kids were small Dh and I went for a couple of pints in a local beer garden and decided it would be good to take the kids to Weston super mare the next day. Got home and decided I would have another drink when the kids were in bed. Dh warned against it...ended up in the car at 7am the next morning with two toddlers, feeling like shit. Ds1 gets car sick so I was in the back.
The walk up the pier was torture, I was sweating buckets. Begged Dh to get on the tram, he smilingly said he was enjoying the stroll. Grabbed ds1 and got On the tram myself. It was really busy, started panicking I wouldn't see Dh in the crowds.
The noise and people inside was hell! Ds1 has autism so didn't understand why the grabber machine wouldn't just give him a Peppa pig cuddly and had a meltdown, but was placated when we bought him a pair of clip on Peppa pig earrings

went for lunch at Wetherspoons, Dh asked if I'd like a pint. No I did not. Managed to eat about half a chicken wrap while trying not to vom picking up the kids dropped peas off the carpet. Never again!

Is your husband always so unsympathetic? I think I would have cried!

On holiday in Kuala Lumpur with a flight to Borneo in the morning. Turned in for the night nice and early to be up and at em for our flight. Just going to bed when there was an earthquake so we got dressed and went downstairs to see what we were meant to do. Nothing, it turned out. But we met a group of expat Irish people having a St. Patrick’s day party in the function room. Stayed up drinking till 5, up for check out at 7. I felt so rough that dh (then boyfriend) had to cancel the romantic beach meal he’d booked in our lovely hotel to propose the following evening.

Oh god I've remembered another:

Pre kids I was at a three day work event - got absolutely trollied the night before the opening day, and ended up throwing up most of the day on and off, in a bin in the cubby of our exhibition stand (not visible to the public). Also turned out that I was pregnant!