Although my big drinking days are probably over, I have many fond non memories of wild tequila adventures. There is just something about tequila that would give me this "let's go get arrested" feeling. One story I'll never forget is when I was living in California and my two roommates and I decmezcal with wormided it would be a good idea to sit down with a bottle of Quervo Gold and and a shot glass.  About half way through the bottle our prankster neighbor stopped by. He couldn't help but notice that we were well on our way to probably being sick and hungover.  So, he thought it would be a good idea to leave, crawl in our bathroom window and turn the water off at the base of the toilet. This, of course, meant the toilet would not flush and being "stupid drunk" we would never figure it out.  What a mess it was! I really think tequila should have a bail/bondsman's phone number printed on the bottle. And, if you go out, just pin bail money right to your shirt with a "return me to" note.