Put-in-Palooza is a great time. I've only been twice, the first two years, but it was great. In fact, the first year of it, I produced one of my favorite stories of all time as I whacked down two bottles of Pink Cat (I was excited that they had it there), then proceedded to fall all over the dance floor and get put in a cab half passed out to go back to my friends APT (it was early, no one wanted to go home). I woke up mid trip and had to vomit and told cabby to pull over. He refused and gave me a 12oz styrophome (sp?) cup to puke in. Of course, several beers and 2 bottles of Pink Cat weren't going to fit into a 12oz cup. Sitting directly behind the driver's seat, I projectile vomited all over the back of the cabby's seat/head and floor of the cab. He was NOT happy...lol.
We got back to the apt where he asked me to get something to help him clean up. I ran into the apt, locked the door and passed out. Sorry cabby, I was just a drunk college kid. If it makes you feel any better, I woke up with puke all over my sweater (yes, I'm counting this as my official public apology to the cabby)