New York City is probably the worst possible place in the world to wake up hungover, especially today when it's damp, dingy, and grey. It's busy, it's noisy, and if the room is spinning, don't look out to West 18th street for help because it never stops. Excuse me for the citchy pop culture reference, but Jay-Z is so right when he says this city never sleeps unless "it slips you an Ambien." More or less, this city doesn't sleep unless you not so much crash, but pass out, face down in a puddle of your own drool with no recollection of the night before or why there's a blunted, Celtic broad sword replica hanging above your bed. In fact, your body might actually wake you up at 7am for the sole purpose of just making sure you're still alive. But, I digress...

Despite the pace, the noise, a pounding head, and an insatiable urge to smother absolutely everything at the breakfast table in gravy, New York is the best place to wake up hungover. Why the sudden change of heart? Because it's New York...it doesn't matter how shitty you feel--you're alive in the greatest city on earth. In fact, it's even better when you wake up in full control of your faculties on a sunny day. The air is a little crisper, the sun is a little brighter, Union Square feels a little less touristy...the point is, this city makes you feel a little (sometimes a lot) deeper. You're aware of everything around you and appreciate it a tad bit more. You become slightly more optimistic. You love a little stronger. New York City is enough to make the most miserable, sorry person feel real.