The dangers of rum.

Last night was an absolute gong show. It started off with us having some drinks at the bar and listening to the band. After a shortwhile they announced a limbo competition. As we all know I love a good limbo showdown so naturally I was the first one to volunteer. I was a little hesitant at first because it was on sand and I've never competed on sand before so I had to use the first few rounds to gauge the best strategy. I also wasn't wearing shoes which made it more challenging to walk on the inside of my ankles. None the less I came first out of all the guys by several ones and lasted a handful of rounds against two girls much shorter than me. I finally folded after getting a do-over on one bar I failed because I had so much support from the crowd. Following my sucess in this I had some more drinks while we watched the "Bula Dance" and then spent the next several hours tearing up the dance floor and watching people do random stuff.



The real trouble started when I went to grab my bottle of rum and bottle of coke after the bar closed down. Due to a miss communication I thought we were meeting at the eating area but apparently I was supposed to go back to the bar area. So I sat at the eating area with a bottle of rum and a bottle of coke drinking away all by myself figuring Krystina had gotten into some kind of hijinx. So I sat there drinking rum and coke for about an hour before I polished off one of the bottles of coke and took it to the bin when Krystina saw me and called out for me to come join her little group.



So I wandered over (more of a stagger than anything else) with my rum and my coke and joined them and had one more drink. Unfortunately for me that one more drink turned out to be the tipping point. That last drink marked a bit under half the bottle and it was finally starting hit me. For awhile we were playing random trivia just asking each other questions about various things from questions about our countries to disney movies. PArt way through this I kind of faded out and was sitting with my head on the table partially conscious. I would randomly contribute to conversations in short spurts of words and go back to where I was. I even managed to blurt out a goodbye when the others went to bed. Krystina decided it was time for us to head back to our room but I didnt feel like moving and asked for some gatorade which she actually went and made me. I drank some of this before starting the crawl back to the room (I was unable to stand anymore at this point) part way Krystina managed to prop me up under one arm and help support me back to the room.



When we finally made it back she forced me to take a cold shower to try and sober me up a bit. I didnt really work but got most of the sand off of me I'd collected trying to crawl back. I finally go to bed around 4AM. Krystina woke me up at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go for breakfast but I was still too drunk to really go and get breakfast so we skipped it. I ended up getting up around 10:30 throwing on my bathing suit and going for a swim where Krystina eventually found me. It was an entertaining night to say the least.