Lessons from a weekend fest

This weekend was Celtic Classic, a giant Highland games festival with much Celtic games and souvenirs, and, of course, much much beer.

Throughout the drunken haze and the giant hangover the following day, I learned several lessons:

1. The sign posted at the beer tent that says "WE WILL REFUSE TO SERVE PERSONS WHO ARE VISIBLY INTOXICATED" should not be construed as a goal to find out how visibly intoxicated one needs to be in order to be refused.

2. While amazingly drunk, I only hit on boys that won't hit back and try to take advantage of a poor drunken girl.

2a. Getting excessively drunk and hitting on your friend's incredibly well put together brother may seem like a great idea, but alcohol clouds memory. So, the next day, you may know that you touched the big biceps and broad shoulders quite often, but you don't quite remember how they felt, which totally defeats the purpose.
dammit.

3. Alka-seltzer is the best way to end a long morning on the bathroom floor waiting to vomit. It will either settle the stomach, or round up everything in there that needs to be evacuate. And either leaves one with a fresh lemony taste in the mouth.

4. One of the best investments in bathroom decoration is a comfortable rug.

*They never refused to serve me. Suckers.