There may be nothing quite so simultaneously alluring, repulsive, pseudo-scientific and poetic as the hair of the dog (except maybe intelligent design). And there may be nothing more essential to your Spring Weekend experience. While I find the Mimosa and Bloody Mary to be trite and matronly, best relegated to middle-aged moms who "had a little too much" (read: three glasses of wine at the PTA meeting), there is simply nothing stopping you from a morning tipple or the ubiquitous beer shower. If you really want to embrace the season, a nice grapefruit juice-Campari blend will ease you into the day. Alternately, a fifth of Evan Williams to the face might just give you that rabid, dazed look you're aiming for. I highly recommend whatever is within arm's reach of your bed.
