No more "Tropicales" please.

It was back in 2014, I think. Me and my friends were celebrating two birthdays at the same time. My birthday and Marcelo's birthday. We're born in the same day, the same year, almost the same hour. So, the party was huge, so many people was drinking stuff and smoking too. I'm never was so much of a drinker, but in this occasion was necessary, even mandatory.

We were born in September 20, so the party was full of cueca, chicha and one drink called "Tropical". The Tropical drink is a mix of white wine and pineapple juice. It's delicious but fatal. It's so delicious that I drinked it like water. After hours of drinking this 'water' and all the weed that we smoked, I was feeling "volacho", a mix word of "volado" y "borracho". 

It was like a fight in my stomach, all the drinking and smoking wanted to come out. So, I headed to the bathroom, but (as always) I couldn't reach it. I threw up all the living room, the carpet and furniture. But wait, that's not the good part. I threw up on the dog too. Poor thing, I swear it wasn't intencional. 

Me, after the incident with the dog (I was dying)

So because I don't want more dogs covered in vomit, I decided to not drink Tropical never again. For the good sake of the dogs, of course.