Yeah. It was a bet. The guy I was betting actually told me later that he stopped the "contest" because he was afraid for me. He thought it might kill me.
Back in those days, I didn't care.
Still, I won the bet, nonetheless and he had to take me out to eat a seafood dinner. :-) Later. Many many days later.
Yah... I can no longer drink tequila. I can't even smell it, or the contents of my stomach will suddenly appear on the wall. I don't remember why this is, but it happened at some point in 1982. :-)