Yes Virginia, there is such a thing as too much bubbly.

So this is me (on the right) - perhaps my last memory before losing conciousness that night/morning. Luckily, my home was only a 25 yard walk from where I am standing now - though how I got there, I'm not sure. The night was so much fun - everyone seemed to have a great time, but that glass never left my hand and it was never empty. Bottles, magnums and double magnums of bubbly kept being popped open. We had Roederer, Iron Horse, J, Korbel, Piper Heidsick, Gloria Ferrer, Toad Hollow, some Prosecco and on and on ...My darling husband (the one with the hat) poured me into my jammies around 3:30am and made me ginger tea with aspirin dissolved in it the next day. I didn't leave the bed until 4:00pm New Year's Day and here we are eight days later and I'm still hesitant to imbibe more bubbles. This too shall pass ... as did the Mother of All Hangover's. I discovered this appropriate website regarding a hangover remedy.