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Serve Yourself Margarita Bars and Politics Don't Mix

During the last election there was an event for the Democratic candidates at our local office. Senator Ken Salazar, now Secretary of the Interior, was to be there. It was a big event.

Multiple people had brought items to contribute to the serve yourself, margarita bar. Now, I should mention that I don't normally drink margaritas and I don't have much of an alcohol tolerance. Also, I don't know how to make a margarita. That will become evident shortly.

So, I stand in front of this bar, shrug and start throwing shit in a glass. I plopped a couple of ice cubes in, dump in some margarita mix and then some tequila. Seems harmless enough, right? I look around for lime or anything else fancy I'm supposed to do, shrug and start drinking it. "Wow its strong." I think. So I try to drink it fast to make it go away. Well, apparently the mix already had tequila in it.

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So next thing you know, I'm talking to the Speaker of the Colorado House, Andrew Romanoff. I recognize him but through the tequila, I don't recall from where.

So I tell him about how I think when you vote on constitutional amendments, in addition to the yes and the no, there should be a FUCK NO. I told him exactly which amendments you should be able to vote FUCK NO on as he looked awkwardly surprised.

"What did you say your name was again?"
"Andrew."

A few minutes later, it sunk into my horrified brain.

Rob brought this story up the other day because he's now running for US Senator and will be coming to events in our area more regularly. I can't wait.

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  1. ShayNovember 8, 2009 at 9:10 PM

    Awwww tequila is a harsh mistress!

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  2. JudithNovember 13, 2009 at 9:50 AM

    I guarantee he'll remember you. And I bet it's one of the best conversations he had all evening. He'll see your wisdom later.

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