There is a bowl of what looks to be unicorn puke on one of the snack tables and I decide I will be the one who dares to try it. I dip the serving mug and pour the contents into my glass. A small crowd gathers to see if I will die. I sip. 'How is it?' a scarecrow asks. 'Fantastic,' I say. 'But I don't think it has alcohol in it.' 'I think it's just rainbow sherbet and Mountain Dew,' someone says. It's getting hard to tell who's who. 'I can fix that,' I say. I grab a bottle of vodka and tip a lingering pour into my unicorn puke. It adds just the perfect bite to the mix.