Another Drunken Escapade

I went to Mexico the other day to have tacos with a friend. We went to the Patio Bar to have a margarita.

Only 4 Tacos and 5 LARGE margaritas is not a good formula!

I tend to buy more from the little Mexican kids selling crap the more I drink!

Our waiter was cool, he kept bringing shots of tequila and pouring it into our glasses.

I think he may have been in cahoots with the kids.

I think I know Spanish after 5 margaritas.

It's not a good idea to text message practically everyone in your phone with a picture of your new ugly temporary tattoo "I'm drunk in Mexico and got a tattoo!"

No matter how drunk I was, I still declined every offer for a "Mexican boyfriend"

No matter how drunk I was, the strippers at the Green Door were still dirty!

No matter how drunk I was, I still recognized one of our customers at the club. Eck!

No matter how drunk I am, I guess I still know I'm a US citizen. But I don't remember that part!

And the kicker....

driving 3 hours one way the next day to play softball with your new boss and co-workers SUCKS!

I'm not sure which is worse....the hangover or the muscles that are crying out in pain from softball!