Savvy consumers can buy organic meat, organic dairy products, and organic fruits and vegetables. But did you know you can also drink organic alcoholic beverages? Not only that, according to one columnist, they might just be the solution to your hangover problem.

Sean Evans over at NY Daily News recently tried a decidedly unscientific experiment. He went out one night and drank about nine too many organic drinks at a bar. After a couple days to rest and recover, he repeated the experiment with more conventional choices. Both nights he ended up laying in bed with the room spinning. But the morning after he drank organic-only drinks, he claims his hangover was minimal at best. Compared to the head-pounding, nausea-inducing hangover from his second night out, he says that his "organic hangover" was a breeze.

Of course, That's Fit readers know that bingeing on any kind of alcohol can be dangerous, or at the very least isn't a healthy habit. But if you know you're hitting an end-of-summer party and know you need to be at your best the next day, you might try this experiment yourself and see if Evans is barking up the right bar stool.

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I was never really a party animal, but in my early 20s, I would fall into the same trap with every high-powered business trip. When we visited that temporary staffing company in Dallas, I overindulged on black martinis and was oh-so-thankful for the noon start time of the meeting. In New York for the billion-dollar hospital deal, I remember dimly sleeping a few hours after a bottle of amazing French white wine and a few pints of Guinness. In San Diego, it was Scotch; in Cleveland, margaritas. Every time I promised to never drink so much again.

The best cure for a hangover? Don't drink too much to begin with.

Now I'm 32, and a mama. I'm over all that. Right? Umm, not so much. Last week I was in New York for a staff meeting and my boss took us out for Korean barbecue Friday night. I drank Asahi, and lots of creamy sweet sake. Next it was a rooftop bar and Courvoisier (hey, I don't get out much) and the ill-fated bottle of Patron tequila that seemed like such a good idea at the time.

My flight was at 6 a.m. the next morning. No. Oh, no.