What happens when you wake up hungover the day you’re going to a festival? I’m sure the answer 20 years ago would have been to crack open a drink… or something else, and push through.
But Gen Z is doing things differently. Labelled the ‘sober generation’, my comrades are reportedly drinking less than previous generations, with research suggesting 26% of 18 to 24 year-olds don’t drink at all.
While, for some, the solution to an alcohol-free party fix is prescription drugs bought off the internet, others are turning to a legal and more socially acceptable fix: caffeine.
The latter is a trend I can reluctantly admit to partaking in. At 26, I’ve done a decent amount of partying, but honestly, I don’t love it. I can never seem to get drunk enough when I’m trying to, and I don’t do (ahem) other substances, so the call of my bed becomes irresistible after midnight.
I know, boring, Gen Z. (I will forever have this headline on autoplay in my head when I say something like this)!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not entirely sober curious. I can almost hear the wine I’ve developed quite the taste for in the last few years laughing at the suggestion.
And I’m not a hermit by any means. There are plenty of instances where I find myself more tipsy than I planned to get; this Saturday morning just so happened to follow one such occasion.
After a friend’s moving drinks, I stumbled home a mere few hours before I was due to catch a train to a festival. So by the time I arrived at the dust-ridden campsite, getting a drink in my system was really the last thing I wanted to do.
But I had a long 48 hours ahead of me. Knowing I’d need something to get me through the festival that wouldn’t call for the security dogs to sniff search me (lol) I came prepared. This is everything that got me through.
Call me a loser all you want, I won’t cry because I had a good night’s sleep. Sorry not sorry!
To start the day off, I knew I’d have to get my energy up somehow. Luckily, I have a somewhat irrational fear of being underfed in almost every social situation, so I’d packed plenty of provisions.
I’d obviously scoffed an overpriced M&S sandwich at the station in an effort to quell my hangover, but I had also brought a stash of Y food in my bag to make sure I had enough protein in me.
The strawberry flavour is my favourite; one bottle boasts 500 calories, 26 vitamins and minerals, and can keep you full for up to five hours, which came in so handy as it’s always way too easy to lose track of meal times when you’re out and about frolicking in a field with your friends.
As I’m writing this I’m beginning to understand why I had to pee approximately 800 times during the festival, because I promptly followed that up with one of Perfect Ted’s matcha energy drinks.
My hangovers are a total bitch so that didn’t quite do the job, and I also had to pack in two or three of Red Bull’s summer flavour – Citrus Zest, which basically tastes like lemonade – before 3pm.
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