Spending a Night with Jose

Quick trip to a nearby supermarket to assemble the goodies, adamant that the night be spent with Jose.

A couple of bags of Tostitos and a jar of salsa. Check and check.

Lemons. Check.

Ah, yes. Dear old Jose. Jose Cuervo Gold. CHECK!

The mother of all despedidas! Good thing we did it on a Saturday night.

Conquered? Yes. Jose did the conquering though. LOL.

Twas a night caught on tape, which will never air. Ever. Thank god!

I woke up Sunday morning remembering EVERYTHING (er, sort of) and all I can was “there’s always a first time for everything”. LOL. Gawd. I had never pictured myself that drunk — happy drunk, I should add.

Filling the seats at the round table were M, K, J, P and myself. L was there to witness the climactic end to this night of drunken debauchery. P emerged as the winner, last man standing so to speak.

Thanks for making it tremendously fun and funny, guys!

Photo© 2008 Sasha Manuel

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