I will never again drink Rumple Minze. 100 proof peppermint schnapps. Ow!

I "decorated" the western span of the Bay Bridge with whatever I happened to have in my stomach that night.

EDIT: My wife, who was in the front passenger seat and is a sympathetic puker, was gracious that I had enough wits about me to roll down the window and puke silently. I was in the seat behind her. Her cousin was driving and had to hose the right side of the car down when she got home.