I only enjoy tequila in margaritas … and shots, and on the rocks, and in my belly

(Last Thanksgiving at an ASU football game, USC destroyed them.)

I”ll give you three guesses as to what I’m doing today.

1. Mowing the lawn

2. Finding a job

3. Joining Rocket Man and his friends for a tequila party

 

That’s right, number three. (If you guess number one, slap yourself in the head. I live in Arizona, we don’t have this thing called grass, silly!) Brandon’s friends from this photo have invited everyone over to grill and drink tequila. They may send rockets into space during the day but they sure know how to tie a few on at night!

 

I’m the official DD for the evening. It’s cool, I drank WAY too much over my sister’s wedding last weekend and it’ll give me a chance to not make an ass of myself. Does anyone else do that? Make complete and total asses of themselves when they’re inebriated? Last week in Chicago, after 3 large glasses of wine, the family was sitting around and watching in amazement as my little sister stuck a Butterfinger in her mouth and with one swift movement pulled it out with every bit of chocolate missing. In my slight inebriation I yelled, “DAMN! You’re going to make some guy very happy someday!” She’s FIFTEEN. And I’m an ass.