It was actually in Spain around 4 years ago. I was drunk off my ass from Kalua and Amaretto shots, (I called them Tootsie Rolls). I had also mixed tequila and beer that night. So when I called for a taxi I was already feeling sick. I had danced all night, shot pool, and was feeling fancy free up until that point. I puked all inside of the taxi, the driver screamed at me in spanish and I laughed. He dropped me off at the barracks and I threw my pasetas at him and flipped him off. As I stumbled up the stairs I realized I had no shoes on. I got in my room and sat on the toilet and puked all over my legs. It was disgusting. All I remember is that I woke up with the shower still running on me and I was freezing. Needless to say, I have a drink nowadays, not as many. I know my limits now.
