An Ode To My Hangover Tee

Throughout the years, I’ve had a lot of people come in and out of my life. But the one thing that stuck by my side through thick and thin, was my first ever purchase from Barstool. THE Harambe tee.

This T-Shirt is so much more than just an article of clothing. For the last 7 years, this shirt has helped me through some of my darkest days and my toughest times. 

Something about putting this shirt on when I’m hurting puts me at ease. I find myself hungover every other day so this has become almost a uniform for me. 

It has gotten to the point that when I have this shirt on, both my friends and family know to just leave me alone. It’s a statement piece which screams: stand clear, I’m clearly going through it. 

Unfortunately, much like Harambe himself, this shirt’s days are numbered. Which was once a gentle cut along the neckline has now shifted into a giant stretch out hole. A toga, if you will.

So I felt that it was only right for me to dedicate an entire blog to my beloved tee, and take a trip with all of you down hungover memory lane. 

The t-shirts big debut. I had originally bought this tie dye masterpiece for a pep rally my senior year of highschool. Much like me, the shirt was so young, so naive and had no idea how quickly hangovers progress over time. 

Weeks later, I solidified the fact that the t-shirt would be my forever hangover companion when I woke up from one of my top 10 worst blackout of all time. On this day, I made a 'verbal will' on my finsta because I was 100% sure that I would end it all.

Since then, I have yet to off myself and also seemed to never take the shirt off either. Harambe joined me throughout the years as I experienced things like….

My first college visit and dorm bathroom yack fest

Hungover roadtrips…

Week long benders…

& of course the inevitable bender comedowns.

I’ve done a lot while wearing this iconic t-shirt. Such as: thrown up, self reflected, laughed, cried, ate my body weight in greased up food, try to recall the night before, walk of shamed, you name it.

I dread the day my trusty tee either rips in half, gets lost, or my friends finally burn it like they’ve been threatening to do for years. Regardless, I cherish the moments we’ve spent together…even if they weren’t so great. 

If you or a loved one is suffering from t-shirt attachment disorder, there is hope…BUY A NEW ONE TODAY!