Tequilaquakes

I've noticed a trend when talking about tequila in mixed company. People can generally be divided into two opposing groups when the subject is broached: gaggers and enthusiasts. The gaggers find their gag reflex so strongly activated they must excuse themselves from the conversation and seek the nearest available dark room in which to lie down in and bargain with their stomach to travel back down their throat and into its anatomically correct position. All while trying not to think too deeply of that night (or the parts they remember) in college that placed tequila squarely on their "cannot drink" list.

Conversely, the enthusiasts are delighted by the idea of discussing the complexities and overwhelming awesomeness of this sweet nectar. They will, without fail, become more and more animated as they describe flavor profiles, the subtle differences in aging techniques, and their general conclusion that tequila is the best liquor of all the liquor in the land. Some may even cry, "TAAAAQUILA!" if the conversation is really rolling. 

I myself am a tequila enthusiast. Unflinchingly, it is my drink of choice - straight with 2 limes. I've flirted with vodka, tried to get myself to like wine but it was always a lot of work with little reward. And then I discovered tequila. I only just discovered it a few years ago because I had it in my head that if I tried it I would immediately die and then my tombstone would say something unfortunate, like: Here lies Kelly. She had a sip of tequila. Pobrecita.

So why am I telling you all of this? I'm sure you're wondering. I'm telling you this because yesterday was National Tequila Day, a day more exciting to me than my birthday and Christmas combined. And, and! it was Taco Tuesday. I just, I mean - can't even deal. I was supremely happy as I went to bed last night, smiling to myself that the Universe would allow two such perfect events to coincide. Then at approximately 3:30 this morning I was jolted awake by a 3.8 earthquake which Erik liken to "a small buggy crashing into our apartment." I think we need to work on his similes. 

You guys, the tectonic plates I live above did a little happy dance for National Tequila Day. The earth likes tequila! Score one for the enthusiasts.