Thursday Night Drinking

Thursday nights always seem to end with a bit of a drink. I don't know why. Maybe just because it's dress down day at work on Friday and I know I won't have to iron a shirt and make make myself to presentable, and the extra twenty minutes that buy me in the morning makes me feel like I'm invincible.
Whatever the reason, way past midnight the Don Augustin reserva came and realising I hadn't snapped yet I set them up for a picture. I don't like lime and salt with tequilla but it made a better picture. It also reminded me of a poor joke I was told once: Why did the Mexican throw his wife over the cliff?

You guessed it... Tequilla!!

I'll be sore tomorrow