I Never Promised You A Nose Guard

Maybe the ninth Singapore Sling wasn't such a good idea. All you can remember after downing the sweet concoction is promising your newfound friends that you'd write each and every one of them the minute you got to Bora-Bora. Then you stepped out of The Laughing Monkey onto the uneven streets, and, and, and ...

It doesn't quite fully explain how you've just awoken, in a strange and rumbling place, smelling of pickles. It also doesn't explain the cheerleader's outfit you've got on, either.