Hair of the Dog

Cellular Service

I wake at 7:20 a.m. on a soggy pillow, yet my tongue tastes like musty burlap. Have I been crying in my sleep?

By Amanda Rae November 1, 2014 Published in the Holiday 2014 issue of Aspen Sojourner

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I chug the glass of water waiting bedside, then collapse into the sheets for two more temple-throbbing hours of shallow sleep. My hangover is vicious: mission accomplished.

Soon, hometown pal Michelle and I arrive at the candle-bedecked aspen revIVe medical spa for saline therapy (970-456-9466,, located in the Sky Hotel). I apologize to co-owner Kim Knol for my blank state—but not before ripping a Belly Up bracelet discreetly from my wrist. Blame it on the $18 bottle of pinot to the face at Justice Snow’s or the encore of well tequila shots at regular intervals until an hour past midnight.

Guzzling coconut water, we complete seven-page assessments then settle into leather chairs before a widescreen TV. Nurse Elli crimps my bicep with a tourniquet. “This will help you for three days—with fatigue, muscle cramping, nausea, dehydration,” she says, pricking a vein. Over the next hour, my cells tingle coolly as the IV pumps my system with a liter of Myers’ cocktail-spiked saline ($169/liter; two for $240; three for $297). The famed doctor’s all-purpose blend of vitamins and minerals reportedly relieves partying ODs as well as altitude sickness, migraines, and jet lag. Some energy seekers opt for saltwater only; B-5 shots will be added this winter. Flavored oxygen is complimentary, and all of revIVe’s services are available via house call.

“This one guy from Texas came in as white as a ghost,” says Knol, who runs revIVe with partners Robert Cypher and Dr. Kenneth Mark. “He was ready to go to the emergency room. But we took his vitals and he was OK to treat.” She laughs. “He walked out of here and said, ‘I’m going to Finbarr’s to meet my friends.’”

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