Amazing what a few beers can do with your head, isn’t it? I mean, for a few moments, everything’s just fine and you’re standing at the top of the world – capable of doing pretty much anything. The very next second you wake up with the sound of sledgehammers banging your poor thirsty brain. All of yesterday’s energy is nothing but a pale shadow. Memory is vague and you’re trying to figure out how the hell you got home. While your brain needs water, your stomach says “No!” to pretty much everything. This is what we call a good ol’ “baksmälla” of finest quality.