Hangover Cure

It was New Year's Day 2015,

I woke up feeling the aftermath of a wild night.

My head was pounding, and my shirt was stained with alcohol and wine from the previous evening's "white party" gig at Margarita Daze in Umina Beach.

It had been a good night and the hangover was sure proof of that.

As I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette, I knew something had to change.

I was tired of living for the weekends and chasing companions.

I wanted to do something more meaningful with my life.

That's when I had an idea.

I grabbed my phone and called my best mate, Tim.

"Let's do America this year," I said.

"We'll drive from LA to New York, we'll sleep in the van."

It was a trip we had talked about since our high school days.

We dreamed of hitting the open road, exploring new places, and experiencing the adventure of a lifetime.

And with a little convincing, Tim was on board.

We agreed on a departure date of April 29th, giving us enough time to plan and save up for the trip.

Just two mates, a guitar, a van, and not a care in the world.