Yesterday I went to the housewarming party of an old dear friend in San Francisco. We started in on the mojitos around 2pm, and the bottle of fancy tequila I’d purchased in a corner store in the Mission was out on the table around 5pm. That tequila was neat: the lid of the bottle was a fancy shot glass. Very snazzy, and I spent a long time tipping the bottle back and forth, watching the tequila flow in and out of the pyramid-shaped hollow glass lid. By 7:30, I was lolling drunkenly in the back of a cab headed for my aunt’s loft, where I was housesitting for the weekend. By 8pm, I was passed out wearing my pants, shoes, and socks, but nothing else. I woke up briefly at midnight with a hangover.

The upside of passing out at 8pm was that waking up at 5 to head to SFO to return to LAX was quite easy. Bonus!