When I was in college I used to drink a lot and most of the time it was with my best drinking buddy, Therese. A typical night drinking with Therese started with 7 or 8 shots of tequila and ended with the two of us stumbling home to her parent's house and passing out. Lucky for the two of us there were several bars located within a mile of her house, so we never had to walk far!

Even though I was obviously a corrupting influence on Therese (or more likely vice versa), her parents liked me and as long as we didn't drink and drive they tolerated our escapades. One night after a particularly bad drinking binge, which ended with me passed out in the parking lot of the bar, Therese and I stumbled to her house where I fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

About four hours later I awoke to the sound of rockets. On the scale of things you don't want to hear when you have a hangover, rockets rank somewhere between barking dogs and Fran Drescher's voice (TV's The Nanny)! I ignored it for a few seconds until I realized it was getting louder and figured it might be a good idea to find out why there was a rocket in Therese's living room. Bleary eyed I looked across the room at the television where I saw a space shuttle being launched into space. The TV's volume was turned all the way up and my head felt like it was going to explode any second. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye, Therese's Mom with a TV remote in her hand and a wicked grin! Needless to say that was the last time I had a hangover around Therese's Mom!

Now that I have my own kids I've started making plans for ways to torture them when they get their first hangover. Thankfully with today's technology I can do so much more than just hope for a shuttle launch to be planned for the morning of their first hangover!