I managed to pull off a military parachute jump while very drunk off of Margaritas, I firmly decided that drinking and parachuting don’t mix, at least not at low altitudes where everything takes place in short seconds.
About 30 years ago I was at the Marine Security Detachment’s house on the embassy compound at Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. It was Wednesday night happy hour and there was some serious drinking going on. I was with a bunch of CIA paramilitary hardasses, and we were downing more than our fair share of margaritas. I finally packed it in around 2300, knowing I had a tennis date at 0800. Those PM guys kept at it for a few more hours. Instead of playing tennis at 0800, they had to be at the flight line of a nearby Saudi military airfield at 0500. They were going on an early morning jump with their trainees. I don’t think I’ve had six shots of tequila in the last 30 years, and that includes two years in Mexico City and Guadalajara, the home of tequila.