I was in L.A. on business, and I called my buddy who lives there to see if he could meet up for drinks. We closed down the bar and ended up going back to my hotel room, where we emptied the contents of the mini-bar into a pillowcase and headed down to the beach. We stayed up until dawn, drinking and reliving past glories. It seemed like a good idea until I went to my meetings the next day with a crippling hangover. He had to face a furious wife, and I had a heck of a time explaining that expense report to Accounting.

-- Brad N., Dallas