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Pretty big fan of Don Julio

Tequila = Tekillya! When I was young I learned to stay away from Tequila. Of all the different alcohol beverages I drank. Tequila made me mad! I was always a happy drunk on other booze!

Yep. 19yo. Went shot for shot with a guy on two pints of Pepe, a bunch of lime wedges and salt shaker.
Then started drinking everclear. Punched a rent-a-cop at a high school football game.

Last time I drank either.

Tried it once. It’s not bad at all.

Some where around here, I’ve got a bottle of Tequila I bought from Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top Fame.

He’s got his on line of Tequila and he was at a liquor store in Austin doing a debut deal. Got him to autograph my bottle, so I’ve never opened it and tried it out, though. 🤠

Guess I’m one of the few folks it doesn’t affect that way. Just makes me happy and sleepy.
Back when I was in College, never had anybody beat me in a shot drinking contest with Tequila. Most of them were done after 6 or 7 shots. Wimps. Of course, I’m older and wiser now and don’t enter those kind of contests anymore. 🤠

Fortaleza blanco

Thanks for the recs, guys, I'll check 'em out. We almost always have Sauza around for the 'ritas.

nice knife in that lime cutting photo...

I've drank a wide array of Tequila's. With cost factored in, Sauza is best. 1800 and Patron are just as good, but cost more. Sometimes Espolon will be found cheaper than Sauza and if so, the taste difference is so small that Espolon gets the nod.

Really good Tequila can bump into the realm of Scotch, cost-wise. Gran Centenario Tequila Anejo

The night of my 24th birthday we had gotten pretty wasted on beer and shot of Old Crow when we decided to crash another birthday party. The basturds handed me a glass of straight tequila telling me it was a marguerita. This produced an epic hangover with a skull splitting headache, took a day and a half to get over. Many a time drank tequila with the worm in the bottle, passed the bottle around with salt & lime till it was gone. The guy who took the last swallow and ate the worm was declared "the man" !

This thread has potential. I drank a fifth of tequila in 1981, drove to the police department and turned myself in.

They didn't want me.

Lun Azul for my margaritas.

I've got that one too.

I thought this thread was going to be about howling at the moon....

I've heard it said that "discretion is the better part of valor".

Some things, if/when remembered, are best kept to one's self!

Ya!

GWB

Gotdamn we agree on something!!!

Now if you just came around to curvy women........!

Don't know if I should share those kind of stories.......

However,

I've long been acquainted with the Maguey/Agave plant.

My earliest experiences were in the mid-sixties at the campgrounds at Port Isabel, and different establishments in Matamoros, Mexico. My buds and I would take our boards, bags, huaraches, $10 and hitch-hike to Port Isabel, usually for Spring Break, Easter, July 4th, and New Year’s Day. Back then I had a flat stomach and a full head of hair and could usually hook up with a chick whose dad was paying for the freight so I did not have to sleep in a tent, or in a sleeping bag in the open. Biggest negative was that I"d wake up and had thrown away my hard contact lenses and did not know where I was or how i got there. It was usually Sauza or Cuervo that was the culprit!

In the 70’s I would fly from Reynosa to Mexico City, then take a bus to Acapulco, then either go to Mazatlán or south to San Blas or Puerto Escondido. Would stay about a month, or as long as $150 would last.

Pulque was a good as mushrooms.

As to Mescal,
One could go into a hole in the wall establishment. There would be a rough hewn slab of wood that served as a bar about 10 to 15 foot long. Regular Campesinos would be there imbibing. You would enter, walk up to the bar, put your peso down and the Vato behind the bar would walk from one end to the other and pour you a shot. He’d pick up the pesos as he went. There would be salt poured out on the bar, no lemon/lime. You’d do your shot, and put another peso down. He’d come back to where he’d started and pour shots till he reached the end of the bar.

One night I remember in particular.

It was 1976. A bud and I had gone to Puerto Escondido. There, they had what they called a trailer park. It was basically a coconut palm grove. My bud and I traveled light. We had a pair of huaraches, couple shirts, couple pairs of bags and a sleeping bag each. We were able to rent a spot for $1 American per night. We tied a rope between two coconut palms and spread one bag over the rope like a tent and tied down the corners, and spread out the other bag so we did not have to lay in the sand. Helped keep the “no-seeums” at bay. We had been there a few days and a Pacific Coast Hurricane headed our way. My bud’s girl-friend had made each of us a board bag to slip our boards in. The night the hurricane hit ,I had stretched a hammock between two palms and climbed into that bag. Wind came up and was probably blowing 100 MPH. I got cold and soaked from the driving rain. Coconuts were falling all around me. I decided I did not need to be brained by a coconut. There was a Palapa in the park next to the water hydrant that served as a shower. I went there, and there were about 20 other folk crowded in trying to get out of the wind and rain. I joined them. So, 20+ hot, sweaty bodies in a confined space, where there was only enough room to stand….. Luckily a couple bottles of tequila were broke out. Sure made it much more bearable to hang till morning


Good times, and great life lessons.

Ya!

GWB

I do not talk about my tequilla nights........

Any more, give me a good quality tequilla with a squeeze of lime and I am good to go. I savor one quality drink.

Any more tequilla than that and what happens, stays where it happens.

I don’t particularly like tequila but some friends introduced me to Herradura double barrel reposado and it’s pretty damn good.

Drank my fair share. Hussong's is good on an evening before layover day on the river. Be sure to have bloody mary's ready for some hair-of-the-dog the next morning.