After three trips to Vegas, I finally had my first Fat Tuesday, and it was the stupidest thing I've done in years.
I got what was called a 44 Magnum -- which is a blend of the 190 Octane (their most popular flavor... a sick blend of grain alcohol with their famous orange punch) and the Hurricane (which has 151 and other random punches).
I asked for a monster yard (pretty much what all the guys in my group had... I don't know how many ounces but they said they were gone after finishing them), and instead the cashier gave me a size that was like two thirds of my height (I stand at 5'4").
I didn't stop him because I don't usually do that. And hell, it's Vegas.
And then my friends bought five extra shots ($1 each) of Everclear Vodka and dropped it in there. It's funny because they pour the shots in vials and just drop them into the container, so it sinks to the bottom... causing the top and bottom to be especially strong of alcohol.
Bill rung up $45.
We walked from Caesars Palace to the MGM Grand, and I was already dragging the container a little less than half of the way there.
To put it plainly, "I was fucked up." A lot of feelings and emotions were happening. I was happy and energetic, and then I started hating life.
But not only did I not yack, I still made it to the club later that night.
Fuck the haters. Minus one star because the server gave me the wrong size.