Tequila

I can't remember the last time I let this stuff pass between my lips. I do recall having drunk a fair bit of Mezcal (like tequila but smokier, and with the piquant addition of a dead agave worm at the bottom of every bottle) a few years back, which itself led to minor levels of mayhem. But it's been many moons more since I choked down a slammer like the ones above. And in all honesty, I wholeheartedly regard that as a good thing.

Thankfully, the Monday Night Club are on hand to make up for my tequila-abstinence by drinking the stuff like water, buying rounds of thirteen shots at a time. If only I had a wider lens...