Ok I feel I have to share my shameful story.
Years ago my buddy Adam and I (my name is also Adam) took a dive trip to cozumel (we are both scuba instructors). One of the last nights of the trip we decide to go out and get toasted at the resort disco/bar. I was not a big drinker back then and had never drank much liquor up to that point.
Long story short, last thing I remember was dancing to "Thriller" in my boxers on the disco floor with various spring break girls around, as well as Adam. Last count I remember I had drank around 19 shots in 3 hours(it may have been more), along with a variety of beers and mixers.
The next morning I woke up in a resort parking lot, in my boxers, lying next to my buddy in the back flatbed of a landscaping golf cart. He was also in his boxers, lol(dont worry nothing gay-like happened
). Our bags were emptied and various wallets, clothes, and pieces of paper were strewn about the parking lot. Apparently we had been found half naked and singing around the resort at about 3 in the morning. I was also informed that apparently we had claimed the poolside public massage beds as our sleeping arrangements lol. The mexican landscapers stumbled across us as we were puking our brains out nestled up on the massage tables around 5 in the morning. They lifted both of us into a golf cart and left us out in the parking lot in front of the resort.
The part of this story thats really funny and ties it all together, is that the resort parking lot we awoke in was not that of our resort... nor was it even a resort on cozumel(which is an island btw). The resort where we awoke was in northern Cancun, 1 hour car ride and 45 minutes boat ride across the gulf. To this day we have no idea how we crossed the stretch of ocean and ended up 1 hour from the docks, partying in a random resort, all while being far past the black-out point.
I actually have pictures that Adam snapped of us laughing and puking that morning in the golf cart. I will try to find them for you guys lol.