Um, ow.
Okay my head really, really hurts. Last night we went to KC's. I was happily drinking my stoli and oj, which I could tell the bartender was pouring strong. I went up for a refill when I got the idea in my head I should also have a shot of tequila.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
See, tequila and I have a long and sordid history. I used to drink it a lot. And I do mean alot, as in can down ten shots of the stuff without it having an adverse effect on me. But I took it too far one night and haven't been able to drink it since.
I had a shot of it, and then washed it down with my stoli orange and oj. Okay, as rough a time as I have with tequila, I'm not sure automatically downing it with large amounts of vodka helps.
Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.
You know it's like a demonic little voice sometimes. You get drunk and something you fully know to be a classically bad idea actually sounds like it wouldn't be that bad. You get this voice telling you to go ahead and do it, and as soon as that happens its all over. Once the idea in your head, there's no turning back.
In my case, I get this voice about once a year when I remember my former fondness for good ol' Jose Cuervo. And all the next day, I am reminded of why I never touch the stuff again.
Well that's it for me on cuervo until 2003.
Or maybe when I drink it, I should consider washing it down with water.
At least it isnt as bad as the last time I had it. Then, I decided to wash it down with southern comfort, and follow it up with a shot of chartreuse.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I'm still alive.