Apartment Hunting Misery Part 2 + Tequila Avoidance Therapy

[xraytheenforcer]

Still nowhere to live. 15 days until Homelessness. We look at 2 1 places tonight -- maybe we'll get lucky? (Just got a call that one of the places has just been rented. Fuckers.)

Also, am formally swearing off tequila for the remainder of my life. I don't know what it is about that stuff, but I was wrecked from Tuesday night's outing (going away party for a colleague). Nothing says "Teh Sux" like dry heaves on the subway.

Tequila Avoidance Therapy
(aka Classic Margarita)

2 oz silver tequila
1 1/3 oz cointreau
2/3 oz fresh squeezed lime juice

Shake over ice. Strain into glass. Walk into bathroom and pour the margarita into the toilet. (this cuts out the middle-man, you, from having to gestate the margarita for a few hours -- embarrassing yourself in the process -- before relinquishing the drink to its fate in the sewers of your home town). Flush. Twice. Curl up asleep on the cool, cool tiles until morning.

Comments

[icemannorth.livejournal.com]

Given the fact that I really didn't drink that much on that particular evening, I was surprisingly relieved when you guys called off the meeting the following evening. No dry heaves for me, but considering how little I actually drank that night (a margarita, a few beers, and said tequila) I did feel like shit hat day. It could just be that I was getting old, but I drank far more on Saturday and was quite OK on Sunday. So I blame that person coming up with that splendid idea of finishing the evening with a tequila shot.

BTW, beside the tequila, thanks for the hospitality you and Doug showed me during my stay in NYC.

Good look on the apartment hunting!