cinqo de mayo

i didn't celebrate the end of semester on wednesday, so i thought 'it's thursday. it's cinqo de mayo. why don't i call up a friend and booze it up?' great idea right? wrong. we ended up going to this crappy chain mexican place, and they had essentially converted their restaurant into a club. loud annoying dj with people dancing everywhere. but we were there so we elbowed our way through the crowd at the bar and ordered two of their ginormous regular margaritas. the second bad idea of the night. (or third. with the choice of restaurant and the idiotic decision to not eat dinner beforehand coming in second and first, respectively.)

i'd like to point out that when drinking a margarita with salt you always want to drink from the glass not a straw. i am fairly certain that they were topping off their margarita mix with tequila instead of mixing it in. so when you drink from the glass all you're getting is tequila. fun.

within minutes of getting to the restaurant, my friend saw other friends of his and chatted with them a bit. at one point they were at a table and saw him and waved. i suggested that we join them, which was maybe the only smart idea of the night. i'm just going to say that from that point on it just all went downhill. with the low points being that i blacked out walking home down one of the not safest streets and puking in my bathroom sink which barely drains on a good day.

good points: meeting a couple of people who were pretty awesome, sort-of hitting on a random girl, and knowing that even in my worst state i can still make it to the bathroom to puke.