Originally Posted by
FrankLapidas 
But . . . I should have realized I was on the highway to Rock Bottom when I started sneaking in vodka in water bottles. I needed booze at the "happiest place on Earth"?
Hahahaha, Frank, you're not alone! I brought vodka with me a couple years back on the Polar Express trip with a train full of kids waiting to see Santa. I was the female version of 'Badder Santa' that day, getting so sloppy drunk that I missed the train back home. Unfortunately, Santa's sleigh wouldn't give me a lift home either and I got home after a quick stop at the friendly neighborhood hospital. *sigh*