First off my lovelies, I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to get back to writing. Simply put, I’ve been busy and lazy. Well maybe more lazy than busy. But if I haven’t said it before, I tend to write only when motivated. Or whenever I have a great story. So, not to bore you with the dull everydayness of my life, I always like to offer my dear fans something of meaning, something of substance…or nonsense as a result of tequila.
As some of you may know, some of the best decisions I have ever made in my life are a direct result of tequila. I dare say, if I ever had a sister, it would be her. Tequila has never done me wrong, and whenever I see someone grimace at the mere mention of her name, I tend to question their sanity and their purpose in my life.
This post is brought to you by Tequila. It happened like any other after work Happy Hour. A group of funny and talented young ladies gather to discuss the days events over a few drinks. This is perhaps my favorite type of gatherings. You know the ones. They start sweet and innocent at the start, then end up a full on challenge by an 18 year old waiter and the mention of making him call me “Mommy”.
No seriously…that may or may not have happened.
Everyone has that ONE drink. Either it’s one that you can’t drink because it causes you to become violent, or one that causes you to sing horrible karaoke, or the drink that causes you to make random road trips to south Georgia. Either way, I am fan of these drinks. I am an even bigger fan of knowing said drink, and forcing you to consume it. Because let’s face it, my friends are amazing, they are even more amazing drunk…and bonus points if I can do this with the help of Tequila.
Now before I go back to the events that occurred at Happy Hour, perhaps I should introduce you to the first time I met her. That firey latin temptress that has guided me through everything from a nervous performance, to making it through Thanksgiving dinner. Tequila and I met at my best friends wedding. Before walking down the aisle, my best friend was a bit nervous, so to take off the edge we had a shot of Jose Cuervo.
“If I knew then, what I know now, Cuervo would have never touched my lips!”
What I do recall about that wedding was the fun that we had afterwards. My best friend is like a sister to me and the joy I had that day for her, was only matched by the immense fun we all had laughing and singing around a bonfire. I knew right then and there that Tequila and I would be great friends.
Fast forward to Happy Hour. I respond well to two things, pressure and making people feel terribly embarrassed. I respond even better to a good challenge. And not a “I dare you to get his number challenge” I’m talking a “I dare you to fake a British accent, tell him that you’re a Nigerian princess, get his number, all the while on your 4th shot of tequila, oh and manage to have his buddy pay for it” kind of challenges. But that is another post for another day.
This Happy Hour was met with all the things that make me love Tequila. Great topics, good food, mildly entertaining wait staff and a parking lot full of randomness. The common topic of course being men and dating. And that’s when it hit me, the start of several of these great stories is that ONE drink. “OMG, the night I had two shots of Jager….” or “…so after about 4 Jack and Cokes…”
And no, this isn’t to say that I’m an alcoholic or that my friends are, it is to simply say that Tequila for me is like that one love of your life. Just like Gin, Vodka or Rum may be for others. What ever your one drink is, it reminds you of a significant time in your life. It may be a happy time, a sad time, a time that makes you pee your pants with laughter or cry with regret. Either way you look at it, don’t think of that drink as the cause. Rather, think of that ONE drink as that ONE guy or girl that you reflect in loving memory with. Because let’s be honest, if it wasn’t for them and what you went through with him or her, you wouldn’t be the kick ass boss that you are today.
So let’s raise a glass to Tequila, to Scotch, to Absenith or Brandy…for the loves that we lost and the ones that we have yet to gain. The next time you are at Happy Hour and someone challenges you to your ONE drink, don’t run and hide, but simply take your drink and cheers with this toast:
“There will never be another you, there will never be another me. But two more of these here will make the better of us…me!”