My last tequila was at one of RC's parties, pre-Mrs. RC. It was the most constructive hangover I've ever had! I fucking cuddled with a dog out in the woods most of the night until RC and one of our mutual friends dragged me inside, kicking, screaming and vomiting.
Of all the "bad drunks" I've had, that was the best. I've had brutal, hellish, multiple day hangovers, but Tequila was just a bad morning and, pip-pip, back to the world. Easy!
I think people fear it because, for those brief few hours where you are hungover, you are fucking dead. So much so that you don't respect that fact that it goes away faster than anything else.
Well, I guess I have had a few margarita days since then, but never to the point of dangerous freakout. Tequila's weird. You can have a dozen margaritas and walk away unscathed, or you can have shots of doom and leave the world in a violently pleasant way for a few hours.
It's fearful stuff. It's Real Drinking.
