Straight Tequilla Nights

So, we take the girls home and lose some shirts.
Yeah, that is the non-negotiable ending to a hot
tub evening, ya gotta give up a T-shirt to a gal
who spends the night. So, we are minus two
t-shirts. Big deal.

No, this is NOT the end of the story. This is
just where I defer to Steven "Darkside" Lacey. I
was just an innocent drunkstander. As a matter of
fact, I wasn't even planning to go out on Saturday
night. Tequila hurts. A lot. But Darth Lacey
handed me a Margarita, and away we go!!!

It was the two of us and Marco. Marco scams
pretty well. I hold my own. Steve is making up
ground. By 11:30 we are casing out one of the
local meatmarkets and Steve... I don't know how to
put this so that it doesn't sound really really...
true? He JUMPS on two beergoggles. First, they
were dancing by themselves, then they were dancing
with Darth Lacey.

Marco and I bolt. We take our chances. We figger
we can do better. We do, but we still come home
alone.

3am, we come bumbling in to the apartment prepared
to see Darth Lacey crashed. Not a chance. Dude
isn't home. Dude hasn't called.

4:30am, Darth Lacey walks in with BOTH beergoggles
arm in arm. A fearsome battlecry of "LET'S GO
HOTTUBBING!!!!" bellows from his thorax. He is
outta control. Of course, since he has an extra,
Marco and I flip a coin. I win and get to go to
bed alone. Lacey loses another shirt and gains a
place in history as the guy who knocks 10 years of
maturity off his Id in 6 months of living in
Austin. Congratulations Mr. Lacey.

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