Went to a Mexican-Americanized place for late lunch.
Beef and shrinp fajitas......and a Margarita. Non virgin Margarita.
Had a good time listening to mariachi music........... another Margarita.
This time the 24oz. So the poor waitress didn't have to walk so much to the bar.
My wife went for her second, which gave me time for...... a shot.
Men don't drink margarita in Mexico. Why should I?. Horale, another shot amigo!!!.
By this time, she was rushing to close the tab.
Got out of the place a little alicorated, but not impaired.
The fight for the keys is a given. I won. Drove home at the posted speed,
without any incident.
Only strange thing is I had a rush for sweets. And "baked" blueberry muffins.
I have a blob that looks nothing like. But it's sweet, and ugly.
I'm gonna try the drinking next weekend again. Maybe without company.

PS We have liquor, wine and beer in the house, and I never touch it.
I don't drink in the house. I like to ridicule myself in public.