My grandparent's had their 50th wedding anniversary earlier this summer. It was at the Marriot Hotel in Coronado. Before dinner started it was open bar, so I had a few beers. Once we got to our table, my cousin said he'd buy all the drinks for the people at the table. So once again it was like open bar. I had a few more beers. My mom's cousin and her husband decided to go across the hall to get some more powerful drinks. Jagerblasters and such. They were out of shot glasses, so they had to use regular glasses. Her husband gives us all one and tells us to chug. I do so. Jagerblasters are like.. jager and redbull mixed together. Crazy stuff. Anyway, I think I had two more after that.

Later on there was dancing going on. Zoot Suit Riot came on and I said to my aunt in a drunken slur "AHh I love this song!" so we swing danced. It was fun until the end. I sat down and started to feel kinda woozy. I went out to the bathroom across the hall and almost threw up on some old guy (He proclaimed "Holy moses!") in there. I don't remember the throwing up, I just remember afterwords with my head in the toilet and my dinner all over the stall. Beef does not taste as good coming up as it does going down. My other cousin came in and helped me up and then I noticed my shirt (or I should say, my dad's nice new silk shirt which he let me borrow) was ruined. Ohhhhh well. I didn't care at the time. I was supposed to drive home but no way. I slept in my cousin's hotel room and ended up in my parent's hotel room the next morning.

I have pictures of my dancing on my domain, but I don't feel like linking to them.

I dunno if mine is all that funny.. maybe just the end of it. I guess you had to be there.

Also: I felt like a complete ass the next day and I still get embarassed by it when my aunt brings it up. :shame: