The fiancé of my sister-in-law, Darlene, is on his way back to Qatar (he's an overseas Filipino worker or OFW for short) this morning. Last night, we had a party in the area that separates the in-law houses to the right of us and our own house. There's a layer of cement from the road all the way down that makes a kind of patio area.

There was general screwing around taking place, what with more that 30 people there. We were talking, laughing, drinking, and doing the videoke thing. Somewhere along the line I decided to drink straight tequila shots. This is how it went:

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four.
Five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, floor!

I and Mr. Jose Cuervo did not get along so well. No, I didn't get sick (and I'm not hung over now), but I did get incredibly drunk and sleepy. I turned in 2-3 hours earlier than I normally would have.

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Blog Appreciation:

It amazes me that I didn't stumble upon Second Effort much earlier than I did. The "Curmudgeon" always writes things that interest me. His sense of humor is probably more in tune with today's society than mine will ever be.