From Gizmodo:

If you are ok with taking a 45-minute intravenous treatment to eliminate your hangover, rejoice: a new service in Las Vegas will do exactly that. You can hop into one of their buses or call them to your hotel room.

The service is called Hangover Heaven and it's the idea of a Dr. Jason Burke. It costs $150 and, according to the site, everything is FDA approved. I wonder if these will be coming to other cities all across the world. I wouldn't be surprised.

I don't care about FDA approval or not. I would rather not have anyone injecting anything in my circulatory system through an IV line. Especially when one of their lines is: "Our buses can work magic, but they cannot bring you back from the dead."

I've got mixed feelings on this story. 21 year old Jon cannot possibly fathom how anyone would spend $150 to get rid of a hangover. When you're 21 you wear those things like a badge of courage. I mean if I woke up on a Saturday (read: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday...Sunday we took off....every other week) without a hangover I felt like I was doing it wrong. In fact there's a strong chance I was just plain hungover from 2005-2008. But that was then. Hangovers were easier to deal with. Something about never having to wake up before noon combined with no real responsibilities makes headaches easier to deal with. But then there's 28 going on 88 Jon. All of a sudden you get a little older and Friday's binge drinking isn't just Saturday's problem, it's Sunday's and sometimes Monday's problem. And you can't just hit snooze past your actual work schedule. No, no, no, you've got bills to pay my friend. Rent and mortgages and electric bills and probably 10 vacation days a year. All of a sudden $150 isn't looking as crazy if it turns me into Mario on star power. Basically paying $150 for a real life 1-up. So on this matter I am a Jon divided against itself. 

PS: Kids, you may not think it now, but when you get older, day drinking is your best friend. Same benefits of being out till bar close, but drinks are cheaper and you're in bed by 7. The more you knoooowwwwwwwww.

Double PS: I think I'm going to undercut this guy and drive around in the B93 truck with aspirin, day old pizza and blue Gatorade for $20 a pop.