The first hangover I had was in the USAF. This was back in the mid fifties. I was being transferred to Morocco for a one year stint, and had a layover in NYC. A bunch of us went to Coney Island, and drank all day. Was sicker than a dog for two whole days, and I had to work at the BOQ (Bacherlor's Officers Quarters) the next day. Fortunately for me, the sergeant in charge let me go to the bathroom to throw up as needed. That one, I'll remember. Gawd, that was some sixty year ago!