I probably would have been okay if I had stuck with beer only. Pacifico, Corona, yum. But alas, it was tequila, tequila my friends, that led me to the state I was in. Jalisco?
I tried pelo del perro que me mordio (hair of the dog that bit me), to no avail. Actually I had been trying it for days so it was time to switch strategies. Bartender served me a beer with tomato juice, tabasco, and a raw egg. Heedless of the threat of salmonella, I found that the egg slips down the throat whole, much like having a very bad phlegmy cold. Still feeling woozy, I ordered menudo at little restaurant in a back alley. The grease floated so thickly on the tripe broth that I doubted my capacity to slug it down, but remembering the egg, I gained something akin to strength, at least enough to spoon and swallow the scorching broth, and stumble back to the beach. I think i had a really good time. It's amazing I didn't get more sunburned than I did.
Thanks to everyone for the hangover remedies. Next time I will be more moderate in my excesses. You bet I will. <G> |
