Will make you see this.......
Whiskey Goggles really do alter one's perception. For example:
BEFORE DONNING WHISKEY GOGGLES:
AND AFTER DONNING WHISKEY GOGGLES:
PS - I tried uploading an example of TEQUILA GOGGLES but it fried my video card....
Ah, yes. The good ol' daze with the tequila goggles. That's the sort of thing that leads to waking up at your friend, Tim's, house and not being able to remember ever seeing Tim the night before. Then Tim's mom strolls in doing her best to look seductive and she brags on your copulatory skills.
True tequila (pronounced "tah-kill-ya" ) story:
I was about 19 or 20 and partying was my pastime. I woke up butt nekkid at the crack of noon in a strange place...I had never been there before. I looked around and realized I was in a bedroom in a newer apartment complex. The room had definitely been decorated by a female. And my clothes were on a chair by the door, neatly folded with my shoes and socks sitting patiently underneath the chair. That scared me, I NEVER fold up my clothes.
I tried several times to clear my throat and make noise, but soon realized there was no one else there. I got dressed as quick as I could and glanced around enough to figure out I was in a tidy 2 bedroom apartment occupied by two girls...according to the utility bills by the front door. I had never heard of either of them.
Once outside I got my bearings. I was near a major intersection about 5 miles from my place. After the third time of walking the complex parking lot I figured out my car was NOT there. I decide to hoof it home, nurse my aching head and figure out where my car was at. I was about a half mile into my hike of shame and a buddy of mine saw me, turned around and picked me up. When I climbed in his car he asked if I was headed to my car. I told him I didn't know where it was at, He said he had seen it earlier in front of a beer joint about 3 miles away.
Sure enough there it was. In front of the Old Anchor Inn. As relieved as I was to find my ride, I had no memory of anything except my familiar home-base watering hole. It had been a week-night pool tourney. I had never been to the Anchor Inn and don't remember ever leaving the other bar. I guess the Lord was keeping Paden around for something special....
A few nights later I went back to the Anchor Inn. In short order I determined the barkeep and the little brunette table lizard had also been the staff there on my night in question. Neither particularly remembered me or anything crazy that happened. Except that night just happened to be really crowded because it was 1/2 price drinks for ladies.
I toyed with the idea of returning the next "lady's night" in an attempt to connect with whomever it was that folded their prey's clothes up so pretty. I decided against it. Discretion is truly a big part of valor...
I stay away from large quantities of tequila to this day.
Other than the rare Margarita or ultra-rare Patron shot I too have sworn off tequila. One too many epic hangovers.
Lee D, post: 424075, member: 7971 wrote: Other than the rare Margarita or ultra-rare Patron shot I too have sworn off tequila. One too many epic hangovers.
Epic is the proper term to be sure! One in Lake Charles, LA, in March of 1996 still haunts me from the Longhorn bar. 🙂
Lee D, post: 424075, member: 7971 wrote: Other than the rare Margarita or ultra-rare Patron shot I too have sworn off tequila. One too many epic hangovers.
I try to limit my tequila consumption to margaritas on the beach or by the pool when I'm at a gated resort in Mexico and there is a staff available to politely point me toward my room. Once evening rolls around its Havana Club Gold & tonic
I will add, however, that if you seed a whole watermelon, run it though a blender, strain the puree though cheesecloth, then add three parts watermelon juice, 1 1/2 parts tequila, 1/2 part triple sec, and a splash of fresh lime juice - it makes a hellacious summer cocktail.
2 songs come to mind...
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Tequila is one of many distilled spirits (espÌ?ritus destilados) called mezcals and made from fermenting the pi̱a (root ball) of different cacti. And by law en Mexico for any espÌ?ritus destilados to be considered "tequila" it must be made with only one plant; the blue agave (Agave Azul o Agave Tequilana) . While many tequilas can be muy delicioso, most are massed produced nowadays in huge factories (probably en Jalisco, Mexico) with very little of the original artisan mystique. While a shot of Jose Quervo might be very palatable, one simply does not consider a cold Budweiser to be a fine craft beer. There are a multitude of mezcals produced in many different areas that have a flavor (and kick) that far surpass any of the huge factory produced products.
Small distilleries all over Mexico produce delicious mezcals but cannot be called tequila because they are not made from the blue agave. And rather than have the cacti pi̱as pressure cooked in huge commercial tanks, some are slow cooked and smoked in the ground in a time honored proceso tradicional that transcends the commercial process and imparts depths of flavor not found in mass produced tequilas.
One particularly flavorful cactus is the Agave Espadin. Small mescal producers in say the Oaxaca and Durango areas cook this cactus pi̱a, and distill the fermented pulp in a more traditional manner. If you think you are a tequila fan you owe it to yourself to try some of the more flavorful and traditional mezcals produced by our amigos del sur. But be careful at your local liquor store. In the last few years mezcals have reached a cult status and there are some really nasty spirits being bottled and merchandised up here in los Estados Unidos as traditional mezcals.
My suggestion is to ask one of the hombres on the concrete crew to bring you back a bottle of a good local mezcal the next time they're down home visiting friends and family. You won't be disappointed, lo promisio.
Many years ago when young and dumber watched a two good friends who were good people and a nice couple just obliterate themselves on tequila,lime&salt shots
It wasn't pretty. Somehow they survived the night and went on to carry on their relationship for another couple of years.
I thought at the time there was a third friend who was trying to split them apart because he had his desires for the girl by plying them with the tequila.
Afterward for many years, every time that I heard the word tequila, I would cringe by my memory of them that night.
Robert Hill, post: 424106, member: 378 wrote: ..Afterward for many years, every time that I heard the word tequila, I would cringe by my memory of them that night.
I'm sad to report I too have seen (and felt) the effects of a tequila overdose. While not usually fatal, it's never pretty. I understand from the people with me the only thing that kept me from a horrible tattoo once was a declined credit card...
Different spirits produce different results in people. Vodka can make a person not only a diplomat fluent in several languages, but also a great seducer of members of the opposite sex. American whiskies will reduce your IQ by about 50% and most victims feel they possess NASCAR quality driving skills. Rum makes you a great dancer, until someone steps on your hand. And our friend tequila can bestow super powers on some...including being bullet-proof and the ability to fly.
Alcohol
Brad Paisley
I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie
I can make you pick a fight
With somebody twice
Your size
Well I've been known to cause a few breakups
And I've been known to cause a few births
I can make you new friends
Or get you fired from work.
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France
Been making the bars
With lots of big money
And helping white people dance
I got you in trouble in high school
And college now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol
I got blamed at your wedding reception
For your best man's embarrassing speech
And also for those naked pictures of you at the beach
I've influenced kings and world leaders
I helped Hemingway write like he did
And I'll bet you a drink or two that I can make you
Put that lampshade on your head
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France
Been making a fool out of folks
Just like you
And helping white people dance
I am medicine and I am poison
I can help you up or make you fall
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France
Been making the bars
With lots of big money
And helping white people dance
I got you in trouble in high school
And college now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol
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A: ÛÏI woke up butt nekkid at the crack of noon in a strange place...I had never been there before.Û
B: ÛÏOnce outside I got my bearings. I was near a major intersection about 5 miles from my place.Û
My thoughts:
A: aka Jail, Hoosegow, Special Û÷PlaceÛª for Baker Acted Persons etcÛ?..dumpster behind the Beer-n-Go...whatever
B: ÛÏabout 5 miles from my placeÛ, Is that freakin Nun back again?
😉
bout 20 years ago i went to a party in the neighborhood. it was in a garage apartment, upstairs. top of the stairs sat a bottle of herradura silver and a plate of sliced limes. 6-7 feet to the right of the staircase sat the single story garage of the adjoiner.
not sure what the motivation was that night, but i put a hurtin' on that herradura.
woke up around dawn on the roof of the garage next door. apparently i'd decided to take a one way flight. the weight with which my noodle hit the inside bottom of my skull when i slid off the roof to walk the few blocks home...
when i make the girls come along with me on a jog through the neighborhood i'll still point out that garage as an answer and lesson to "what's it like to be drunk papa?"
FL/GA PLS., post: 424114, member: 379 wrote: [USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]
A: ÛÏI woke up butt nekkid at the crack of noon in a strange place...I had never been there before.Û
B: ÛÏOnce outside I got my bearings. I was near a major intersection about 5 miles from my place.ÛMy thoughts:
A: aka Jail, Hoosegow, Special Û÷PlaceÛª for Baker Acted Persons etcÛ?..dumpster behind the Beer-n-Go...whatever
B: ÛÏabout 5 miles from my placeÛ, Is that freakin Nun back again?😉
Ahhh...Sister Mary Bogart.
I haven't heard from Sis she was tutoring the children of JoaquÌ?n ÛÏEl ChapoÛ GuzmÌÁn Loera at his mountain home near Imala, Sinaloa, Mex. I'm not too worried though, she's a resilient soldier and will surely surface somewhere to apply her spiritual talents in a good and helpful way....;)
paden cash, post: 424108, member: 20 wrote: I'm sad to report I too have seen (and felt) the effects of a tequila overdose. While not usually fatal, it's never pretty. I understand from the people with me the only thing that kept me from a horrible tattoo once was a declined credit card...
Different spirits produce different results in people. Vodka can make a person not only a diplomat fluent in several languages, but also a great seducer of members of the opposite sex. American whiskies will reduce your IQ by about 50% and most victims feel they possess NASCAR quality driving skills. Rum makes you a great dancer, until someone steps on your hand. And our friend tequila can bestow super powers on some...including being bullet-proof and the ability to fly.
Besides their ending the evening purging and their inability to take care of each other, it was the downer drunk they had that night. It wasn't a happy or mean drunken experience. Just blah and barf.
Of course the next day, I had to hear about how bad it was. They didn't realize that I was an witness.
I think various alcohol has different effects on people and sexes.
Only knew a few woman that were preferred beer drinkers.
I'm not a scotch or tequila person.
Family here are big league scotch drinkers. Old Grouse and Monkey Shoulder.
I learned limits on bourbon/whiskey early. Just knew when to cap it before trying to do a cartwheel foundation a centerline while singing in a foreign lanquage Wild Turkey Black Jack
paden cash, post: 423991, member: 20 wrote: True tequila (pronounced "tah-kill-ya" ) story:
I was about 19 or 20 and partying was my pastime. I woke up butt nekkid at the crack of noon in a strange place...I had never been there before. I looked around and realized I was in a bedroom in a newer apartment complex. The room had definitely been decorated by a female. And my clothes were on a chair by the door, neatly folded with my shoes and socks sitting patiently underneath the chair. That scared me, I NEVER fold up my clothes.I tried several times to clear my throat and make noise, but soon realized there was no one else there. I got dressed as quick as I could and glanced around enough to figure out I was in a tidy 2 bedroom apartment occupied by two girls...according to the utility bills by the front door. I had never heard of either of them.
Once outside I got my bearings. I was near a major intersection about 5 miles from my place. After the third time of walking the complex parking lot I figured out my car was NOT there. I decide to hoof it home, nurse my aching head and figure out where my car was at. I was about a half mile into my hike of shame and a buddy of mine saw me, turned around and picked me up. When I climbed in his car he asked if I was headed to my car. I told him I didn't know where it was at, He said he had seen it earlier in front of a beer joint about 3 miles away.
Sure enough there it was. In front of the Old Anchor Inn. As relieved as I was to find my ride, I had no memory of anything except my familiar home-base watering hole. It had been a week-night pool tourney. I had never been to the Anchor Inn and don't remember ever leaving the other bar. I guess the Lord was keeping Paden around for something special....
A few nights later I went back to the Anchor Inn. In short order I determined the barkeep and the little brunette table lizard had also been the staff there on my night in question. Neither particularly remembered me or anything crazy that happened. Except that night just happened to be really crowded because it was 1/2 price drinks for ladies.
I toyed with the idea of returning the next "lady's night" in an attempt to connect with whomever it was that folded their prey's clothes up so pretty. I decided against it. Discretion is truly a big part of valor...
I stay away from large quantities of tequila to this day.
I know there is a lesson in there somewhere....
paden cash, post: 424117, member: 20 wrote: Ahhh...Sister Mary Bogart.
Yup, back in the day when all body functions worked "on demand" .....
But now......um~mmm..
Have a gooden' bud 😎
paden cash, post: 424108, member: 20 wrote: I'm sad to report I too have seen (and felt) the effects of a tequila overdose. While not usually fatal, it's never pretty. I understand from the people with me the only thing that kept me from a horrible tattoo once was a declined credit card...
Different spirits produce different results in people. Vodka can make a person not only a diplomat fluent in several languages, but also a great seducer of members of the opposite sex. American whiskies will reduce your IQ by about 50% and most victims feel they possess NASCAR quality driving skills. Rum makes you a great dancer, until someone steps on your hand. And our friend tequila can bestow super powers on some...including being bullet-proof and the ability to fly.
Whiskey and me don't get along. It makes me much for irritable than normal with MUCH less of a fuse. 🙂
Tequila is good at a party if it's really good tequila to sip on (anjeo). Margaritas are good too.
Vodka has never done much for me. My wife really enjoys the whipped cream vodka over ice with a bit of water. She's a big bloody Mary fan too.
Rum on the other hand, well let me tell you. I love rum. I mean if I wasn't married, I'd move next to the distillery in the Caribbean. Spiced rums are my favorite except Sailor Jerry's. That's just crap in a bottle. Bacardi is great but some of the smoother ones I've had were from the Philippines. Really really good stuff. Captain Morgan (ignoring the name sake) is my favorite. It's not terribly expensive but very good. The Captain Morgan Private Stock is my absolute favorite and I sip in over ice. MMMMM good!
I can't drink beer anymore. It seems I developed an allergy so I like liquor. 🙂
Kris Morgan, post: 424166, member: 29 wrote: Whiskey and me don't get along. It makes me much for irritable than normal with MUCH less of a fuse. 🙂
Tequila is good at a party if it's really good tequila to sip on (anjeo). Margaritas are good too.
Vodka has never done much for me. My wife really enjoys the whipped cream vodka over ice with a bit of water. She's a big bloody Mary fan too.
Rum on the other hand, well let me tell you. I love rum. I mean if I wasn't married, I'd move next to the distillery in the Caribbean. Spiced rums are my favorite except Sailor Jerry's. That's just crap in a bottle. Bacardi is great but some of the smoother ones I've had were from the Philippines. Really really good stuff. Captain Morgan (ignoring the name sake) is my favorite. It's not terribly expensive but very good. The Captain Morgan Private Stock is my absolute favorite and I sip in over ice. MMMMM good!
I can't drink beer anymore. It seems I developed an allergy so I like liquor. 🙂
One of the telcom jobs I worked on was in Puerto Rico. I actually never got to travel there, but helped put it together in our office. It involved mapping and outside plant facility inventory. Some of the rum distilleries at the time were actually on islands separated from the "main" island and untaxed bottled rum was ridiculously cheap there, but you have to consume it on the island. And we mapped a couple of the larger plants on islands that had phone service. One of the surveyors that went down there was a good friend of mine and stashed a couple of bottles in with his survey gear to bring back as trophies after a trip to a smaller island.
One of the employees at the local telephone office saw them and freaked out. Apparently there were VERY STIFF penalties for smuggling untaxed rum back to the main island of Puerto Rico...like life imprisonment or worse. He smashed the bottles in the alley behind the office.
