If I remember my stages of hangover correctly... 11 AM - "Oh God...make the world stop. Please make it stop. I swear, God, if you get me through this, I'll never have another drink again." 1 PM - *Hugs toilet* "Uggggggggh, that burrito tasted just as bad coming up as it did going down. It's going to be a long time before I have another drink." 3 PM - *Lies on futon like it's a deathbed, watching bad TV* "Maybe I'll be able to keep my soup and crackers down this time. I'm not going to drink for another month." 5 PM - *Goes out for a walk and some sunshine* "I'm okay...I'm okay...I'm okay...just remember not to have another drink for a week or two." 7 PM - *Receives phone call from friends who were also out last night* "Yeah, I don't know if I'll go out tonight, I got hammered pretty badly. Maybe we'll do it tomorrow, sound good?" 9 PM - *Calls friends back* "I'm bored. Are you still going out tonight?" And thus the cycle continues... I don't know about everyone else, but I very quickly made puking my friend in college. It ether got my clearheaded enough to make it home or even drink more. Just make sure you can step away to do your business (once I started feeling queasy I'd make for the bushes and almost zen-out and just let it happen instead of trying to hold back and feeling worse) and carry plenty of breath mints and puking can be your secret ally!