As a general warning, please note that tequila is the primary implement of Satan. I went to make some Cosmopolitans last night as that is our new favorite drink (“I’m a girl drink drunk!”) and found we were out of Absolut Citron. Of course, since Beelzebub was involved, it was 9:08PM when I made this discovery so the liquor stores were closed.
“Why don’t you make some margaritas?” asks Cat.
Why not, indeed? I now know why. I feel like I’ve been tapped with a ball peen hammer a couple hundred times right between my grainy, unfocuses eyes while small, malevolent imps urinate in my mouth. That’s some people’s idea of a successful Friday, but for me I’d prefer not.
You know, it’s recommended that you don’t even drink the water in Mexico, so why do we trust their other sordid liquids?
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So does this mean that you need Elise and I to pick up some more Tequila before we head over for the game tonight? You don’t have to worry about paying me back – I’ll be sure to get the really cheap kind.
Waitaminute… you do look kind of imp-like. Where were you last night?
Tequila is the most amphetamine-like alcohol I know of.
Weren’t you at Rick’s bachelor party at Bruce’s house, CF? I think that the Satanic influences of alcohol were clearly proven that night. The epic tale of that night and the horrors that ensued are now legendary.
Be sure to ask CF about it, Jay