I live within walking distance of at least two pubs with their own breweries on the premises and I have a missing palm tree and missing pole in front of my building to prove it. Not of my doing I might add. But last weekend, I was reminded of why I don't drink; after having the pleasure of downing just one Bahamama, I spent much time with my eyes crossed and unable to vocalize a coherent thought, I was also quite capable of making a complete fool of myself if someone had egged me on. The funny thing is, I asked the wait person for a non-alcoholic beverage, but when she couldn't understand me over the noise, I just settled on that drink. Never again, well at least till the holidays. That was one powerful drink, nothing like the free or inexpensive drinks served on ladies nights.