Never again: Booze that made me barf

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I admit, I've had a bunch of bad booze experiences. The first one was when I was 15, and a friend and I mixed ginger ale with just about everything in my parents' liquor cabinet, but my worst episode of overindulging came from drinking at least 10 plastic cups from a barrel of Riverwest Stein.

This was about 10 years ago, and I was at a party that, coincidentally, took place at a house that's on the corner of my current block. It was a beautiful fall night and about a dozen people -- all of whom I knew -- were hanging out on the porch and drinking Stein.

I made the mistake of standing next to the barrel for the majority of the party, chatting it up with everyone as they tapped their beer -- and refilling my own cup in the process. Finally, at about 1 a.m., I made my sixth trip to the bathroom for the night and realized, mid-pee, that I was totally tanked. Suddenly, the linoleum floor looked so cool and inviting that I almost let myself lay down for just a "few minutes."

Instead, I finished up in the bathroom, stumbled over to my husband, hissed in his ear that we HAD to leave, and slipped away without saying goodbye to any of my friends. I barely made it through the door of my house before yakking the Stein and, sadly, the $25 in sushi I had devoured prior to the party.

Somehow, I can still eat sushi, but Stein, forget it. Just the smell of it reminds me of being bad naked in front of my trying-not-to-smirk husband as I was hurling into the toilet and saying in between rounds, "I'm dying! Seriously, I'm dying!"

OK, so what beverage did you drink to the point you can't even consider taking a sip? Jägermeister? Peach schnapps? Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine?