Slamming Tequila Shots at 2 PM Was a Really Dumb Idea
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.