Perhaps a little too much fun was had on Friday night, although I never tire of watching my colleagues N and D shake their maracas.
The local hip hop radio station was "in da house" at El Palomar, our usual Friday night watering hole. There was an interesting mix of the post-work Santa Cruz crowd putting their fingers in their ears to block out Nelly, plus folks who were there to drop it like it was hot. The first time the DJ from the radio station yelled into the mic, "Who's gettin drunk TONIGHTTTTTT!?!" there was a stunned silence from the crowd who looked back at her as if to say, "Well, I was going to enjoy a couple drinks, but I think drunk is a pretty strong term....are you implying I have a substance abuse problem?" The Friday crowd at the Palomar would much rather celebrate Cinco de Mayo by toasting Pancho Villa and buying fair trade Oaxacan coffee than supporting complete inebriation with a rowdy bar battle cry. However, a couple of pitchers later, our table would have jumped up and shouted "Woooo!" to any question the DJ yelled out to the crowd.
We sampled a new tequila called AsomBroso, which tastes a little overly sweet, sort of like the Malibu Rum version of tequila. In case you are unclear on the consequences of drinking too much tequila, it comes in phallic shaped bottles. It helped that they gave us thong underwear along with the tequila - is this my marketing demographic? Thongs and phallic glass bottles? Suddenly 29 feels a lot younger.
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