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Tequila Sunset

With the solstice less than a month behind us, I can already tell the days are lenghtening. Not on the front end, of course - I make it a point to never rise before the sun - but at the end of the day, when it's actually still light when I leave work.

Between my back pain and the meds I'm taking for it, I was in a foul mood this evening, from the time I got off work until I got to Baja Bean, a local Cal/Mex restaurant.

The distinguishing feature of Baja Bean is its Tequila Club. You get a Green Card with 20 boxes on it. Each box contains the name of a tequila, from crap like Cuervo to nectar like Patron Silver. Each time you order a different tequila - shot, small margarita, or grande margarita - you get a punch on the card. When you're done, you get a t-shirt and $1 off any future tequila purchase.

Today's tequila punch was the aforementioned Patron Silver. I had it in a margarita. A fucking HUGE margarita that cost me $16, plus tip (that $1 off will come in handy when I achieve it). And then, everything was better.