This weekend, a few of our Hawk co-workers got together to build a Football Snackadium. It came out better than I thought it would, and we all had a great time putting it together. However, what the video and pictures don't show is the first in a long line of bad decisions that would result in a gnarly hangover the next day.

The process of building the Snackadium began around 12:30 pm on Saturday.  By 2 pm, our sales guy James had cracked open a bottle of Patron.  It was all downhill from there.  In spite of the fact that tequila is my sworn enemy, I had no other choice.  As a team player and good co-worker, I had to at least take one shot.  By the time our Snackadium was complete, that shot had turned into several.  Add to that a few beers and a couple swigs of Fireball and I was sloshed by 4 pm.

Of course, we didn't stop there.  What do a group of co-workers do after consuming several tequila shots on a Saturday afternoon?  They meet up for more drinks at the bar.  Six hours, several bars and $100 later, I finally stumbled home.  I don't actually remember going home.  I do remember waking up Sunday morning, with my jacket still on and my keys digging into my chest.  My head was pounding like a bass drum and my mouth tasted like a Hobo's taint.  Luckily, I didn't get into a fight or get thrown in jail.  It could have been so much worse.