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what started as going out for dollar ritas, quickly turned into a full blown drinking fiasco. i had had a tough and sucky weekend, and nothing sounded better monday evening more than tequilla, sweet and sour mix, whateverelsegoesinit, all frozen and sloshy coupled with chips & queso, and a some good happy company.

sj comes waltzing in, giddy from who just left to join us. an extra cup of queso is ordered. a second round of ritas are requested, "no salt please". andy arrives in his supo-denim jacket, gives the "*all my friends are guys" waitress a wink. the ritas are consumed hastily, happily. again. we laugh. we chat. and now it's time to call a night.

or was it....

kate arrives better late than never. a cell phone is ringing. plans are being conversed. i'm told sj and belle's presence has been requested at the genghis grill. kates in. obviuosly, andy is in. sj is in. belle is in. i've had three margaritas, one shitty weekend still poking it's ugliness into my side, four of my good friends in arms reach, so i'm in too.

we arrive at GG and are immediately greeted with skooners of beer. then shots. then more beer. then more shots. i know my limit has already been exceeded, like back at the second rita exceeded. typically, i'm better than this. smarter, wiser, more controlled, more cool, more "oh, i better not but thanks anyways". but all logic was no where to be found, and so, i found myself stumbling over to a booth, and passing out. then over the toliet. then waking up with the lights still on. and feeling disgusting, kinda like a hangover-kinda like hell.

* the "all my guys are friends" girl: this female does not get along with other girls. she claims she relates better to the male gender than to her own, mostly because, as she will, like a robot, explain, that all girls are back biting and bitchy(subsitute with shallow for the dudish chick). and she is so not. i personally have met many of such females, and have been told, " but i like you. your different"; and despite such desperate yet admirable attempts at flattering me, have come to the conclusion that such are the worst and bitchiest of them all. and the only reason i believe the male population will befriend the bitch-in-disguise is in hope of getting in her pants or to use her to make an X jealous. as for the guy that genuinely emphatizes with said female, well, he is a work all of his own.