I remember when I was in my early 20s, drinking with friends in their late 20s would tell me that about how when they turned 28 or so, hangovers got substantially worse. And me, being the typical cocky 25 year old, I would always think to myself, “Yeah, maybe for you. I actually drink, so hangovers aren’t really a thing.” And then, the next morning, when I had a slightly upset stomach or just the faintest of headaches, I’d be like, “I’ll be able to handle this forever. I mean, what people are complaining about? It’s like a mild cold. I’m fine.” And for whatever reason, I thought it was going to stay that way.