I had a similar episode in my misspent youth, but with Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. Makes me cringe and vomit just thinking about it. So does thinking about the girl I ended up with that night, but that's another story entirely.
Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum... I have a couple of plastic flask-type bottles of that. It isn't bad for chasing away the chill when I'm out shooting late in the evening during the cold months. Taken judiciously, of course.
Right now in Spain they're holding the Running of the Bulls,
followed by the Soiling of the Pants, and the Burying of the Idiots.