As I previously mentioned my good friend Brittany had a white trash themed birthday party. I drove 4 hours to be there for the drunkenness. We drank consuelas which are basically a large pitcher full of shots and orange juice. We also sang karaoke (I was a karaoke virgin) and then went to Country/Western night at Cantina and danced and made complete fools of ourselves. Alcohol does that to me from time to time. It was basically an amazing night of drunken debauchery.
Driving home the next day I got stuck on I-5 when it began to snow and they decided to close the interstate. I then attempted to purchase chains and no Les Schwab from Florence to Brookings had chains that would fit my tires. What the hell? I detoured back to my mom's house in the Coos where I got to see my family and went to dinner for my soon to be sister-in-law's 21st birthday. We went to Puerto Vallarta Mexican Restaurant and they gave us tequila poppers and even mi madre downed one. Alcoholism apparently runs in the family! KIDDING. sort of.
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