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During the middle of the summer a few years ago Jim, Tony and I spent a week camping in Gros Morne Park. One day while we were there it was Jim’s birthday so in addition to our usual dozen beer each we bought a bottle of whiskey. We were up all night singing, visiting sites, having people drop in when they heard us, and all the while drinking like there’s no tomorrow. So the next day I was the first one up - DYING hungover and drank whatever Pepsi was left in the bottle. There were 3 half-glasses of booze still on the table from the night before but by now they were full of dead moths, flies and mosquitoes. So I carefully poured each glass back in the empty Pepsi bottle, bugs and all, and closed it up. The next one up was Jim and he was sicker than I was. He groaned and reached for the bottle and took 2 or 3 big gulps and came up spitting and ended up spending the next 20 minutes in the woods puking. We all learned something new that morning - a flat drink full of booze and bugs is no a cure for a hangover.
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