My family is vacationing in Palm Springs right now, with two other families. So far, it’s been a great trip, filled with lots of pool time, hikes, pedicures for the moms, games with the kids, and delicious meals.
Last night, we decided to go out for Mexican food. We found a place not too far from our hotel that was very highly-rated and reviewed on Yelp. When we got there, we had to wait for almost an hour to get a table because of the size of our group (there are twelve of us). While we waited, we munched on chips and salsa and enjoyed their signature margaritas as we read through the menu. Everything looked delicious, we were having great conversations, our kids were happy…life was good.
We finally got a perfect table in a back corner of the restaurant and settled in. We ordered another round of drinks and some appetizers. This time, my friend and I decided to try a different kind of margarita from the menu. Our server recommended it, and it sounded yummy: El Jimador Tequila, their “own special citrus mix” and a float of Grand Marnier.
When the drinks arrived, we clinked glasses and took sips. The new batch tasted great as well. The evening flowed on as we ordered food, continued our conversations, and enjoyed the experience. Everything was fine until about halfway through the meal, when I suddenly felt totally drunk. This was odd, because I had only had one and a half drinks over a period of almost two hours. Quickly, the rest of the night became a blur. I don’t remember much of anything: finishing the meal, getting in the car (of course we had a designated driver), walking back to the hotel room…I seriously can’t remember any of that.
When we got back to the room, I collapsed onto the bed. The walls were spinning. My kids were really freaked out and kept asking Josh what was going on. Luckily, Josh is a very calm and reassuring person, so he was able to set them at ease after awhile. Then he got me a lot of water and some aspirin.
Meanwhile, the same thing was going on with my friend, the one who had also ordered the recommended margarita. I tried to text her but didn’t get very far because I couldn’t really see my phone screen.
Turns out she had had the exact same experience. She was completely passed out by the time I texted her. And we had the exact same thought: did someone put roofies in our drinks? Because they were WAY too strong to just be regular margaritas. Other people in our group had the same kind of margarita, but got them after we placed the initial order: their drinks were normal and they were fine. There was definitely something bad going on with ours, but we have no idea what it was. It could have been that they were just SUPER strong, but they didn’t taste it.
Luckily, the story just kind of ends there. We were really fortunate that we were in a big group who could take care of us and get us safely back to the hotel, because if it had been just the two of us out by ourselves, the story might have had a very different ending.
Has anything like this ever happened to you while on vacation? I hope not.