On NYE, I drank an entire bucket of hot chocolate with whipped cream, biscoff bits, marshmallows, and chocolate sauce. As a result, I spent the rest of the evening feeling nauseous and could only opt for a small glass of sparkling wine at midnight. Sympathy stretched to well, you shouldn't have drunk it all then. I paid, I'm not throwing it away. I have form for this, I once ate an ice cream the size of my head-times-two in Chicago and got so sick I threw up in the bin trashcan outside while my wife walked away and pretended not to know me.
