'tis a dangerous thing to consider not having Monday morning repercussions after a weekend of heavy drinking. Luckily that was the only time we did it. It was a Friday. Sunday morning came around with hair of the dog. The day was spent drinking. Monday mornings, man. Monday mornings were 2 mile company runs. I've never been a strong runner. The combination of surrounding malt liquor farts, greasy, morning chow hall smells, my chubby self, and my own sour stomach made me drop out and puke behind a car on many occasions. The car was always parked at a chow hall. That is 99% of the reason I haven't eaten bacon since, and rarely eat breakfast.
On the positive side, I have a 100% altogether end to hangovers. Get a catheter if you're a drinker. You won't have to stick yourself so many times and get tracks.