Padre Wasted
When you drink so much on South Padre Island that you forget your own name. You start with a mimosa at 10 a. m. and end up passed out in a parking lot with a stranger’s hat on your head.
I tried to order pizza after Padre Wasted. The pizza guy didn’t know what I wanted. Neither did I.
My friend tried to dance on a table. He fell off. He didn’t get up for three hours.
I saw a guy try to negotiate with a seagull. The seagull won.