Hangover end .

Down here in Monticello, golf course as the back garden, weather amazing. Hangover sticking around like an unflushable turd. It's not a bad hangover, more like a bossy aunt, prodding you to get ready.
"Great uncle Tony will be here soon. Spiff yourself up, you know he likes the young'uns smart."
"Ah hah....."
"I don't have a great uncle Tony, and I know where this bullshit was going. Nap.