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A pleasant day meandering through many of the French Quarter microbreweries turned sour for one local city worker last weekend – waking up on Sunday with what he feels is the worst hangover he’s ever experienced.

Sam Nakado, a corporate lawyer at Minter Clayton Poon Factory’s Old City District offices, found a TV playing Channel 7 with some old school friends from The Whooton School, and by his own admission, they painted the town red.

“Things got a little bit out of hand,” he told The Advocate this afternoon over the phone.

“One minute, I’m ordering a beer tasting paddle, drinking a pony of a dark beer that tasted like burnt toast and putting $50 on the favourite”

“The next, I’m moving money over from my Barefoot-inspired savings offset account so I can buy two bags of meth dressed as cocaine,”

“I spent about $900 on last night. So that’s like two bags and a dozen schooners of craft beer? [laughs] I’m on kidding! Anyway.

“That was probably the worst hangover I’ve ever had in my life. Way worse than the infamous PassionPop binge of 2009.”

Our reporter asked what used to be his hangover highwater mark before this one.

The 28-year-old audibly swallowed down the line.

He explained that it was just a run-of-the-mill blackout night most well-adjusted Australians have had in their lifetime – except for one small detail.

“It was the height of summer and we were young,” he said.

“We had a graduation party and got stuck into the el cheapo white varieties as soon as the formalities at school were over and done with. Being largely inexperienced with alcohol, I had a whole case of PassionPop and passed out at 4am in the middle of the backyard. The sun came up and roasted me until noon,”

“I needn’t explain any more, it fills me with anxiety.”

Our reporter agreed and hung up the phone.

More to come.