Tequila and I have a long and sordid history together. From the salt, lemon and shooter days to the present, if Tequila could talk, it would probably ruin me and a number of my friends. We broke up for awhile after the college years when the thought of even letting Tequila pass my lips would send shivers down my spine. Obviously, I was doing it wrong. Oh, keep your stink eye to yourselves responsible drinkers. I learned, via hard knocks and cold bathroom floors, that Tequila is meant to …
