I just got back from a little 1200 trek around Northern California and I learned a hard lesson. So I thought I would share my pain. I guess we rode about two hundred miles to visit an old friend of mine in Redding. Of course that part was great until... we found out the only beverage she had on hand was a box wine! Not wanting to be an ungracious guest, we drank it, in fact we drank almost all of it. Then she took us to a Mexican Restaurant, where I promptly ordered my favorite Patron Margarita, only to find out the kitchen had already closed and all we could get were Nachos. The bartender feeling badly, set us all up with a shot of some special tequila. Normally I never do shots but under the circumstances and the influence of all that really bad wine my judgment was obviously impaired and along with everyone else I slammed the shot. With that said and very little food in us we ventured off to check out two of Redding's finest dive bars. Both were great we had a blast however continuing my quest for a drink I really like I switched to Kahlua on the rocks and safely stayed there for the remainder of the evening. It was a good thing too, because the next morning which still felt like the same day because we didn't arrive back at my friends until four in the morning. Where we all promptly passed out until I sprung to life at seven am. We were on the road by nine very hung over and wondering why we felt so damn bad. We arrived in Klamath Falls, Oregon about four in the afternoon still hung over and very tired. Yet we understood clearly that we had learned a valuable lesson which is "Step away from the box wine under any and all circumstances"!
Six Shooter Sally