Rough as pig shit

I feel terrible. Have had three nights on it - had Camp Freddy on Thursday, the pub crawl on Friday and last night we had a PJ party in the hostel. It would have been fine but Seth (the barman) decided I needed Margaritas and that I should have them for $2 even though I wasn't wearing PJ's, and then hooked me up with a free and very strong one for being cool. His words. I didn't even blow his whistle (if you really want to know, ask). I'm going to head to Jack in the box for a Beef, bacon, onion ring and BBQ sauce burger....