Twenty years ago I was at my sister-in-law's house for a New Years Eve party and got blasted by doing a combo of tequila and gin shots. They packed me away into a tiny side room (it was like a 125 year old house) with no heat and no blankets and left me to pass out. At some point I figured out I was freezing to death so I guess I ripped the curtains down and rolled up into them. Then I puked. A lot. In the morning I was the meat in a puke burrito.