As we sat there going through our pirates booty of official Hangover tank tops, beer coasters, “Do Not Disturb” door hangers, and shot glass necklaces, a girl from the table next to ours asks what we are up to. I look to Max because frankly, at this point, I am not really even sure myself. He goes through a little intro of the Six Shooter concept and then tells them how we are on a bar crawl to discover tales of how an innocent night of drinking can lead to regret, despair, and awful memories of waking up naked next to your sister.
We got a story of a bachelorette who threw up in her purse in the elevator on her way home from the party. And then there was Christina, a recent transplant from Las Vegas, who told me of getting totally wasted at a strip club and then crawling into the nearest unlocked car to go to sleep. When I asked her what she was drinking, her response, “What wasn’t I drinking?” Turns out that whiskey, tequila, beer, and Jager bombs are a recipe for waking up in the backseat of a stranger’s car.

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