AHHHHH!@#$

. Where do I begin?
Friday morning: woke up around 7 am, ready to be out the door and on my way to the beach by 8. It was supposed to be the start of a few days of beer, boobs, and beach. Yeah.. ok.... I go out to start my car and there was a strong gas smell. I look underneath and there's a puddle of gas under the tank. I had just filled it the night before, too. Not taking the Camry, AGAIN

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The tank was leaking so bad I had to pull the car to my back yard and drop it. Then siphoned the remaining gas to the woman's Jeep. That set us back 3 hours (took awhile to find a new tank and it was $300!!!) There goes half my beach money

So we load up the Jeep and halfway to the beach a POS Chevy van pulls out in front of me and I had to SLAM on the brakes. Good news is that Jeep is well maintained and slid to a straight, smooth stop. No collision. Bad news is I'm sure I took 500 miles off those tires from skidding like that.
Finally get to the hotel, have dinner, and go see a band we knew would be there. Now, guys, I can down about 10 beers no problem and be FINE the next day (albeit very hungry all day). I had a mere 3 beers and ONE shot...and OH MY GAWD did I pay for that the next day! Worst hangover of my life. I guess I'm done for good with hard liquor. Nothing like vomiting twice in the middle of the street.
Ok so that's over. .. but then we had to go scream at the hotels owner because the maid never cleaned our room.
BLAHHHH it's been a great vacation so far...