Ok... mine was in New Orleans. I really got into those daquiris... you don't really feel like you're drinking, it's hot, you're walking up and down Bourbon Street and 3 bluecrack daquiris and 2 hurricaines later you're blitzed out of your mind.
I had always prided myself on being able to out-drink my hubby so he had fun laughing at me that night. Don't remember a DAMN thing I said/did but he has fun telling me about it. I guess I made quite the spectacle of myself although he's still shocked I didn't get sick.... and I didn't have TOO bad of a hangover the next day. Just wore my sunglasses quite a bit and had a little headache.
That's MY worst drunk... usually I'm the one laughing @ everyone else. lol
