Cheap Ain't Good

Boy, I had a rough one last night, cheap Tequila. There is nothing appealing about cheap Tequila. Jason and I had a few beers after rehearsal and things were fine until a crazy Irishman asked if I wanted a round of Tequila. I’m not sure why I said yes, more than once, but I did. It was a bad move that I paid for later in the night, and early into morning. I didn’t feel right for much of the day. I had an awful taste in my mouth and I had nightmares in my sleep. It was a bad scene. My body didn’t want anything to do with it. I felt bad about myself, ashamed in some way. I know better. I wasn’t performing at optimum, and that bothered me.

            I’m over it now, but my drunk days are slowly fading. I’m not as interested as I once was. If I’m going to drink wine I want it to be quality wine, and the next time I drink Tequila it’s going to be one-hundred percent agave.