Thursday, January 1, 2009

Wishing You Good Luck in the New Year, Liberty Bowl, Beale Street and a Hangover

First, I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year and all the best in 2009. I'm not taking any chances as evidenced by my lunch of black eyed peas and cornbread pictured below.

Now on to what's happening on this beautiful, sunny first day of the year. The University of Kentucky takes on East Carolina University tomorrow in the 50th Annual Liberty Bowl. The Liberty Bowl parade is today at 3pm on Beale Street. As I write this I can hear a lone drummer practicing in the parking garage across the street. Most bars on Beale will be open today including Rum Boogie, Blues City Cafe and Pig on Beale.

I have a friend visting from out of town who called me this morning to complain of a hangover. She vaguely remembered my post about this and was asking for some help. I did point out that she would have done well to heed the preventative wisdom section but alas she failed to do so. Ok, well steps must now be taken to cure her. When she arrived downtown yesterday she came bearing gifts for me that she had bought from her favorite Italian market back home. Oddly, amongst the ceci, polenta, balsamic vinegar and biscotti she had also bought what appears to be an Italian version of Alka-Seltzer called Effervescente Tortoroglio. It looks like a cross between insulation and that stuff people used to spray on ceilings that looks like cottage cheese. Either way it's very strange and I'm not even sure it would help a hangover but she may give it a try. The Prairie Oyster option did not appeal to her. Ciao.


Anonymous said...

So... is this ' effervescente ' a good remedy for hang overs ?

K & M

Michelle said...

As it turns out it didn't help my friend's hangover. Too bad.

Diana Strinati Baur said...

Yeah, I see that stuff in just about every Italian household. Sometimes I think they put it in wine too to make it sparkling (which is kind of frightening). There'S a whole shelf of the stuff in lots of Italian grocery stores. I want to call it Brisochi or something like that? I even think my Italian grandmother had a dusty jar of it in her medicine cabinets. We Italians (and Italo americans) are a wierd bunch.

I do not overimbibe anymore. At some point my liver said "when are you going to grow up?" Now, two glasses of a decent wine are my limit. I hate hangovers with such a passion.

Michelle said...

I am with you on the two glass limit - the pain and time it takes to get over a hangover just isn't worth it.