I was enjoying daiquiris and margaritas at the poolside bar, with the half of my body under the water, chatting away with other hotel guests under the soft sunrays. I was thinking that the percentage of alcohol in the drinks was very low, because I did not taste any liquor in it.

And two daiquiris and another two margaritas later, I swam around the swimming pool twice. I got out of the water and grabbed my belongings having decided to go back to my room.

Then, BOOM! All of a sudden my alcohol hit me right then and there. I thought the smooth surface of the hotel’s lobby floor had gone rough. I was sober in my head, but obviously no one believed me saying that I was just fine.

A nice couple held me from both sides and started to walk with me toward the elevator hall. On the way, I swayed over to the lady and, “Woah, woah…,” they uttered by surprise. A second later, I was picked up by the gentleman and carried into my room, and thrown onto the bed, I felt a nice bounce. I fell asleep right after and did not care about anything till I woke up the next morning.

I am embarrassed to no end, just thinking about it. I am glad I flew back home the day after the incident. I have no face to show to the nicest couple who helped me. So I asked the receptionist to leave a message for me. “Thanks.”

Tiny little Christmas trees at the airport.