Coming And Going.... Wondering Why I Do This To Myself

Driving back from San Antonio I was thinking I had at least a week and a half until we leave for Vegas. Wrong. I had once again gotten my days mixed up during an apparent seizure of *old farts disease*. It couldn't possibly have been from my severe hangover. No, not that. My San Antonio friend twisted my arm and made me drink copious amounts of tequila the night before I was making the 5-1/2 hour drive home. (By the way, thanks Sully!)

In the beginning, the tequila seemed ever so harmless disguised in Margaritas. Well, until we decided to take out the bottle of mescal tequila, anyway. She and a former boyfriend had once been down in old Mexico and wound up riding burros way up into the mountains where they knew of a man who made the best tequila in those parts. His place could not be accessed by car or SUV, at that time. They had each gotten 6 bottles, which they hauled back to the states with them. Over the years, she and the ex-boyfriend had consumed a couple of bottles, but the rest had remained in tact.

When they parted ways, my friend had forgotten that they still had it. Apparently, the ex had forgotten as well. When he was getting ready to move to a new house, he found the bottles. To make a long story short, he called me and I was the good friend who was taking them to San Antonio with me. That's how it ended up in my hands.

There have been many times I could turn down tequila. Yes, there have! However, the story of acquiring this tequila and the effects of said tequila has become almost a legend among our friends. My friend has always said that this tequila will not make you slobbering drunk, and that you never have a hangover from it. We had to break open a bottle. We tried not to, for 4 days. Then the urge to try it became so overwhelming that we eventually gave in. Okay, we were like two little kids talking one another into a dare. Okay, fine! I MADE her crack one open. After all, I was the one that took them to her, still in tact.

I'm pretty sure we had fun, but I'm not talking… I'm also pretty sure that we didn't use shot glasses, limes, or salt...

So, why did I have a hangover? I had a hangover because I mixed it with the Margaritas we'd drunk earlier. Mescal has to be consumed all by itself for this dubious outcome to work. Uh-Huh.

And I have no earthly idea which one of us got the worm. I'm trying to not think about it. Eeeeeeewww!