Sunday, May 08, 2005

Tequila sunrise

I should know better. In college, tequila was often the party drink of choice, what with the Mexican border being so close and all. So, I know all too well how it can leave you feeling the next day. I also know how it can muddy your thoughts and make you do things you later regret (not that this ever happened to me, nosirree...). Anyway, last night The Big Finn and Mrs. TBF were kind enough to invite us to their annual Cinco de Mayo party. When we got there we promptly had one of their killer margaritas, and that's when things started to get a bit blurry. After having one and feeling barely able to walk, the appropriate response would be to either (a) switch to beer, or even better, (b) switch to water. This was actually Gretchen's preference, but the evil tequila whispered to me, "one more margarita wouldn't hurt, would it?" Gretchen, too, threw caution to the wind and decided to have another. Curse you, tequila! I should add that we have become serious lightweights over the years (when it comes to drinking at least...unfortunately, I can no longer be described as a lightweight in any other way). We're lucky if the two of us can get through a bottle of wine, let alone anything stronger. So, needless to say, two of these killer margaritas and we were both three sheets to the wind. At one point Gretchen was standing there and for no reason at all, just dropped her drink and doused the feet of everyone around her (I'm usually the clumsy one). At least we didn't drive last night. The bottom line is that we had a great time, but let's just say we're both moving veeeeeeery slowly this morning. I can't even remember the last time either of us had a real-live hangover, but it's in full effect today. And the moral of the story is: Tequila is evil.