On a trip to Hawaii, I ordered the hotel's signature drink, which I think was called a backscratcher. Complete with bamboo backscratcher in the tall glass. I managed to drink about half of it. Since I'm not a heavy drinker, everyone at the table was urging me to go upstairs and take a nap. I insisted that I paid $16.75 for the drink, and I was going to finish it. My friend finally asked the bartender for a to-go cup, poured the rest of my drink into it, and walked me upstairs. I face planted in the middle of the bed. When I finally woke up, she cheerfully asked if I wanted the rest of my drink now. I just groaned and begged her to flush it down the toilet.