Today Alex drank a little Margarita. The problem with Margaritas is that they are f&cking delicious, like, so good. You know what else is good? Kitty cats.
Jesse out.
Here is Liz (maybe Alex - I can't see, I'm wasted)
We are at The Conquistador, which is somewhat of a hipster-ish bar. I guess we are hipster...ish. So it works. We have a magical jukebox wrangler of a waitress who gives us delicious margs and yummy tamales. All is well.
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