Personally, I would have fallen off the wagon with a huge crash last week and whooped it up on a mechanicalbull nicknamed Tipper -- and if that didn't win Florida, forget about it.
Sadly, for four nights in August, drinking viche was a necessary evil, a rite of passage in the same way that cheap keg beer is a part of university and getting hit in the groin is a disagreeable consequence of riding a mechanicalbull.