Nothing special. I just drink so rarely.
I spent the day on a grammar project and a couple of lesson plans for next week. For dinner I walked over to the local Gay Mexican bar. I had the roast pork and tried out my Spanish with the waitress. I had three beers.
Three I tell you.
I am drunk and eager to turn the heat up all the way in my Junior Executive Suite and crawl under the covers.
Another paper for tomorrow.
I get my drink on abut 3-4 times a year. It doesn’t take much more than 1 drink before I’m getting loopy. I feel you.
This is why I practice every night.
Well, I’m pretty sure you aren’t in Frederick MD because I’m pretty sure there isn’t a gay Mexican bar there. I’m not sure I’ve seen one, except in Mexico.
I like to get my drink on only when I know I have no place to go or anything. I’ve had a few beers tonight and I regret it already. Paying for it in the morning is a steep price.
Ditto.
I feel like singing old Mexican songs to myself in my room.
I’m half-way into a bottle of wine, and I’m singing along to “A Mighty Wind”.
May I recommend Mexicali Blues by The Dead?
And please crank it up for me, willya Paul?
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It’s not fair. I’m on the emergency pager. There is no tipple for me tonight. And I could really enjoy a nice cold glass of Naked Grape Pinot Grigio, too. 
Did you have Mexican food too?
… good …
… enjoy …
… but take three aspirin with eight ounces of water first …
No, I ate at Joe’s
I’ve always thought one should eat at oe’s.
“But instead I’ve got a bottle, and a girl who’s just 16, and a damn good case of the mexicali blues”…
Just be sure to avoid the acetominophen. Take Ibuprofin instead.
Do you take requests for songs? I want to hear La Golondrina. It’s the one you hear in The Wild Bunch I think.
Alas, it is very difficult for me to get drunk anymore. Due to health issues I cannot drink as much beer as I used to and I don’t like the harder stuff. 3 beers won’t do it and I can’t get down much more.
I suppose it is for the better, but I miss drinking…
First, you need to enthusiastically hug random strangers and say, " I looooove you, man. I really mean it!"
Doing that in a Gay Mexican bar could lead to … adventures.
No hangover! Still it was a rough night.