Today on Well, That Escalated Quickly, we’re talking about the cruel reality of hangovers after 30. Spoiler: they don’t last a night anymore, they last a whole fucking quarter. I go off about how one innocent drink now requires three business days, a hydration IV, and maybe a priest. From brunch gone wrong to tequila-fueled regrets, I break down why my liver deserves PTO and why Advil just isn’t cutting it anymore. Grab your Pedialyte, call out sick, and let’s spiral together.