The rest of the night alternated between food and drinks at restaurants and bars around Lima. We had more desserts than I could count, and I had far more martinis than necessary to make counting impossible. And by the time we returned to the hotel, I was both giddy and exhausted.
Boone, however, wouldn’t let me collapse into bed until I’d had his surefire hangover prevention regimen—two ibuprofen, a big glass of water, a multivitamin, and a stick of string cheese. I’d been drinking water all night, knowing at least that would help me from being too sick, but the other elements were new to me. Still, even as drunk as I was, I did not want to wake up sick, so I took the pills, ate the cheese, and drank even more water. Then I put my head on the pillow and didn’t move for nine hours.
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