Sunday morning, after we’d all emerged half-alive from our various resting places (John, under the coffee table? Seriously?), we congregated in the garage…I mean office. That’s where the beer fridge is, making it the obvious meeting place. All in pretty bad shape from a solid 2-day bender, we started chatting about different hangover cures. The classics were presented, like mixing beer & clamato, bloody marry’s, etc. but we wanted to dig a little deeper.
We decided to start researching the strangest hangover cures, and where better to go fact-finding than the source of all truth, the Internet? Here are the strangest hangover cures we found:

#8. Lemon in the Armpits

Apparently some Puerto Ricans (and other citrusy fresh people) swear by this method. While I’ve read a few different opinions, the general belief is that you need to rub a slice of lemon in the armpit of your drinking arm before you start boozing. Out of lemons? Lime’s fine. I’m not so sure about this one, but either way you’ll be smelling fresh and fruity. Nothing attracts members of the opposite sex more than smelling like this fine lady:

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Last weekend I headed up to San Luis Obispo to party with the infamous Central Pacific Ski Club. We sponsor these wild hooligans as they definitely represent the 40Cozy lifestyle. The party had a white trash theme and we got things rolling around noon. My initial goal was to maintain a semi-professional demeanor and only have a single forty…but you know how things get once that malt liquor goodness hits your lips.

Now I wouldn’t say things got out of hand, but these cats sure know how to party. 40Cozy was a big hit and the cozies actually worked perfectly for Edward 40 Hands, which suprisingly hadn’t been tested yet by our dedicated R & D department. Here are some of the lovely young coeds who participated in the festivities:

The day ended a little hazy as I’d consumed five 40oz beverages by the end of the party. I know, I have a hard time believing it also. 40Cozy does not endorse drinking such massive quantities of beer. Besides, we like even numbers- so stick with four. Two for the newcomers.

In my days before the 40cozy and after college I did a lot of world-wandering. I’ve backpacked through four continents and over twenty-five countries on a very limited budget. Along the way I drank a lot of different things but probably the most memorable was snake wine. It was during my days in Nam, taking a tour up the Mekong Delta that I happened upon this wonderful beverage.

Snake wine is made by taking your best Vietnamese whiskey, and then going out in the jungle and finding a snake. Along the way you pick up any roots, herbs, scorpions and whatever other tasty tidbits you want to add. You take your snake, whiskey and random goodies, put them all together in a great big jar and let them sit there covered for about six months. At the end of six months its ready to drink.

The Vietnamese say snake wine is good for all kinds of things. Its the medicine of the people. Some say its “good for your banana”, while others say it cures rheumatism and arthritis. Others just tell you it gets you nice and drunk. There is no question, however, that after drinking snake wine you feel it. You feel it in your veins and in your mouth and in your head. Everything has a hard-to-explain buzz to it. And the flavor… what can I say about the flavor? Probably the best way to describe it is it tastes like rotten scales and whiskey. Thats a funny thing about snake wine; if you take a shot of it, you’ll probably agree that its the worst thing you’ve ever tasted in your whole life. Everyone who takes a shot agrees on that, but then about ten minutes later you’ll find yourself strangely yearning to take another.

I drank snake wine when I was in Vietnam but I’ve also had it back here in California. I got a couple bottles through customs and in the early days of 40cozy.com we cracked open one at a party. All of the 40cozy crew that was present took a shot and its been in our veins ever since. A few days after that bottle was opened and everyone was still feeling it, one of our designers, Carlos, gave me a gift. He had stuffed a rubber lizard into a 40 as a memento to the snake wine, a California version of a drink none of us will forget.