I drank a fifth of tequila on Cinco de Mayo when I was 19. I remember most of the night, except for the part where I passed out in my friend's car, puked on somebody else's car in the parking deck, and then happened to walk in on my roommate crankin' it at 3AM.

He tried to give me **** about being sick the next day, but we both knew where the majority of the shame lay.

On a related note, if I had the money, I would drink Don Julio tequila daily.