One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four.
Poor little Gordon, sprawling on the floor…

OK, not quite, but it was certainly the theme of the weekend.

Friday night saw me out with some ex-colleagues. I hesitate to call them that as they are really more friends, or certainly acquaintances, than just a bunch of people I used to work with. This is evidenced by the fact that I didn’t really feel like I’d been away, and pretty soon the jokes were flying, alcohol was consumed and the dancing began.

And then came the tequila.

Ohh and I don’t know who made the decision, but having a branch of Subway open until 2am is GENIUS. Finally something, reasonably, healthy to eat for that post pub snack. Thank you thank you thank you.

As it turned out Saturday morning wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, which was just as well as, after watching some hugely one-sided games of rugby, we were off out again that evening.

I have never played squash so wasn’t quite sure what to expect of a BBQ at a squash club but it was a good night made all the better by a stonkingly good blues band called “Harmonica Lewinsky” who, and I mention this only to provide the somewhat tenuous link referred to in the post title, played an excellent version of “Tequila”. The BBQ finished at 1am, and it was back to my brother-in-laws for music and beer before we finally landed in bed somewhere around 4.30am.

And so endeth my weekend of binge drinking, add me to that government list for I am a risk to myself and others!

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Tequila is Peggy-code for time to go home.

Agreed Peggy, my night ended not too long after that!

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