it only gets worse
with a couple days worth of perspective, i have come to a conclusion about pagan easter: tequila is never the answer.
neither is sangria.
while looking at the photos, i realized that a drinking game could be created from all of this. every time you see alcohol, drink.
so. the chick in the tutu beat the crap out of the pinata. there is a lot of anger in that tutu.
of course, another shot of tequila was had at this point. and i actually put the pinata head on my head. those photos are reserved only for friends and my children as a warning about drinking.
we then proceeded to eat pie. when you are drinking, pie tastes great. it tastes even better wen fed from the hands of your friends. unless yellow ears keeps feeding you raspberry pie which you don't like.
i also learned that when there is a doctor on call the next morning, that all parties end at 8:43PM, strictly.
so. we left on foot to go home and pass out because we are all getting older. when you are no longer 21, drinking does not act the same way on the body.
there is no recovery from drinking. especially when everyone has a low tolerance. that and the guys pass around the tequila bottle and finish it off because, grunt, they are real men.
there was one injury on the walk home. there were two definite hangovers. two people lost their sh!t at some point in the evening. some people encountered their parents inebriated. some told their parents about it the next day.
ultimately, pagan mexican easter is not about maturity. it is about friends getting together and acting like a bunch of idiots together.
why not? after all, it can only get better.
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