A little late, since it was on Tuesday. But I was too busy trying to acheive enlightenment and drinking margaritas to post. And yesterday I was too busy recovering. Still, even in the midst of my recovering, I was very pleased that I didn't feel like I was dying. Ever since going to Mexico and drinking way too much free tequilla (the fact that it was free should give you an idea of the quality), I haven't been able to stomach even the slightest amount without feeling wretched for days afterward. What really sucked about it is the fact that I like tequilla! But the good news is that after these many tequilla-free years I may have finally recovered. Just to be safe, I should continue experimenting until I'm sure.
I'm out of it tonight. Not sure why; I got a whole three hours of sleep last night somewhere around 7:00am. And I'm pretty sure I'd more or less recovered from my Margarita-fueled zen quest the previous night. May be it was the four glasses of assorted wines I drank before Max broke out the limes and salt. Everybody brought at least two bottles of wine that night, and wine tends to do to me weird things.
Speaking of drinking, today at the theatre I had to wake up a customer who's decided to take a nap on the floor, in the middle of the hallway. He was utterly smashed, and I had to help him up and take him to lie down on one of the benches while I explained to him where he was. After he had some water and regained some coherency he drifted back into his movie, and I warned the cleaning crew they might have to poke him awake again once the film was over.
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