[BabyRider]

So, I get up in the middle of the night last night, really thirsty. I stumble blindly to the fridge, and see a half consumed Gatorade. Perfect, I thought, I didn't have to open a new one of Bullet's (he lives on the stuff) and it's cold, and will do the job.
I uncap it, it's fierce grape or some such thing, and I take a couple huge gulps. Re-cap, put the bottle back in the fridge, turn around to stumble back to bed, when I notice an odd, yet somewhat familiar feeling coming over me.
What is that??? Oh...yeah...I get it....I'm about to hurl.
Bullet had bought a Gatorade the night before, and taken it with him to the clubhouse, where he added vodka and cherry pucker to his bottle. I never thought twice about there might be booze in the bottle, and my body rejected it instantly.
I went back to bed, whacked Bullet in the back of the head, whereupon he woke up and said "What the **** was that for???" I said, "Next time you put booze in a bottle of Gatorade, and don't warn me, I will PURPOSELY not make it to the bathroom and YOU can clean it up!!
If I ever thought of going back to the booze (no, it has NOT occurred to me) that is shot right to hell. What an awful feeling. Blech.