This totally reminds me of the last time I drank, I got lost in a daiquiri bar in New Orleans. My sweet husband had to find a cab to take him back to our car, we had ridden the streetcar and I couldn't stand the thought of swaying our way back to the quarter. In the mean time my sister had a few more daiquiri's and I sobered up. Ha. She had a crying jag that magically disappeared the moment we got to the beach in Waveland . Good times...never did find Tricia.