En Tequila Es Verdad

Well friends, you might think from the title that I am cheating on my old friend beer, but that is only partially true.  We have developed sort of a symbiotic relationship.  As we all know, beer is full of delicious gut-making calories.  Since I have been trying to maintain my girlish figure, I have decided to stop drinking beer at home as much as possible.  I know what you are all thinking, and don't worry, I will still be able to write...just sober.  Ha! Gotcha... No, I'll be using other means.  

Now I have tried to take a page out of my roommates book and drink "Beam-eronies" but I am not a huge bourbon fan so that didn't work out.  Straight vodka is pretty good but wicked expensive when you take into account the need for the top shelf stuff and lemons.  So that leaves chick drinks and tequila.  Up till recently that was a nauseating thought.

Let me take you all on an adventure that took place a little over 7 years ago.  I was dilligently working on my degree at the University of Arizona (I know you are all thinking about how I misspelled diligently, but hell, I got kicked out of the school for a reason...).  It was Halloween night and I was working on a pretty good swerve.  Out of nowhere come these two Mexicans fresh across the border carrying two large bottles of liquor.  Me being fluent in drunken Spanglish decided it was my duty to go talk to them (read: drink of their bottles).  I say "hellola" to the first bottle, I mean guy and take a drink...my first taste of Southern Comfort (very good in a Mind Grinder(beer, orange juice, and a shot of soco)). Mexican #2 holds up Senor Jose... I tilt the bottle with no need of salt or lime.  He decides to stop me when he feels I am taking too much of his precious bottle.  30 minutes later I am being poured into my friends Javelin by a gorilla and an ear of corn.  Next thing I remember is a rather large hairy dude in a pink dress and a blonde wig screaming "My belly..." at the top of his lungs whilst holding the hem of his dress over his head.

Since that day for some reason unbeknownst to me, I have not been the biggest fan of tequila.  This all changed after my trip to Key West (more to come on that).  A local their ordered what he called a Mexican Sunset.  In all actuality, a Mexican Sunset is my Mind Grinder minus the SoCo...that was our own addition.  His version is more of a really retarded version of a Salty Dog; tequila and grapefruit juice.  After showing my disgust, he made me try it and it turns out I like it a lot!  Just not enough to pay for it at a bar...

Hence where the symbiotic relationship between beer and tequila comes into play.  When I am out drinking, I'll stick with the cheaper beer.  But when I am at home I'll go with the yummy Mexican Salty Sunset Dog-thingy...it's like healthy and stuff!  Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine, I'd like to drink you with a little-uh grapefruit juice?  Eh, Shelly West won't mind a little creative bastardization.