One minute, my very talented brother-in-law was upright and rocking out to some Chickenfoot with me at the beach house, and the next … well, let’s just say that the tequila was flowing freely.
Actually, I’m pretty sure he launched himself over the back of the couch on purpose … but, regardless, let’s just say that the tequila was flowing freely.
Because the tequila? Flowing freely, it was.
(P.S.: Congrats to my bro’-in-law, who landed a new day job today … after being subjected to 14 separate interviews by the same employer. Apparently, he’s going to be the new Supreme Ruler of Planet Earth.)