A hangover from a four course meal, with accompanying wine, is different from a hangover caused by cheap booze. The latter just gives you a thudding headache. The former causes your head to feel like a large, empty dining hall, where you can shout and hear your voice reverberate around the hanging paintings and tapestries: “So, Little Lord Fauntleroy, how did you enjoy your fox hunting?”

When you wake up the next morning, you don’t remember that you didn’t actually pay for the meal and that it’ll be a long, long time before you have anything like it again.  You don’t even remember that you’ll be at the office in an hour because you still have to work for a living. Rather, you get out of bed and head for the shower, moving as though you’re swimming underwater, and you think “I need to be careful where I step. My last three servants worked themselves into exhaustion trying to keep up with me, and I don’t want to accidentally trip over the bodies.”