Franki,
This made me think of you. Remember the time when you went from blond to black and did not recognize yourself in the mirror …
All because one night in Las Cruces, NM, we were getting drunk at a bar called the double eagle. I was drinking top shelf margaritas. I think it was my going away party.
Anyway, I had just dyed my hair black and in the course of getting drunk forgot. At some point in the evening I had to walk across a dance floor to get to the ladies. One wall of the dance floor was a mirror. I saw the reflection of the hallway to the bathroom in the mirror and tried to walk down it. When I bumped into the mirror I looked up and thought I had bumped into this bitch with black hair.
I said "You go that way and I'll go this way."
Bitch bumped into me again. I said "Stop bumping into me" and tried to walk down the hallway.
Finally I started screaming and threatening to hit her. The bouncer came over and pointed out I was walking into a mirror.
Tres embarrassing.
Same night, I got up on the table and gave a speech about something.
Next day at work I was massively hung over and Arthur tried to get me to eat a piece of key lime pie.
Ick.
I still love key lime pie but haven't had a margarita since.
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