This Saturday D and I had the company of some good friends, and decided to head on out for a scrummy dinner.
There is a little Mexican in town which really does have the most a-m-aaaa-zing food so it was bit of a no brainer when deciding where to go. As well as having a fantastic array of mouth watering food on offer, there is also a rather fine list of beers from all over the world – many of which are pretty strong (up to 12%abv) so the boys would have something to keep them occupied while waiting for their meals!
Upon being shown to our table downstairs in a rather cosy cellar, with all manor of random objects, paintings and decor scattered around, I considered myself the lucky one as I noticed hiding in a little cubby hole right next to my seat was a ride on snail. Obviously this was far too much of a coincidence and I couldn’t therefore miss up the opportunity to have a go (even in a busy restaurant I will still find the time to make a twonk of myself lol).
At the end of the meal and already rather lubricated, it was decided that tequila shots were in order to finish the dinner properly – complete with worms!!!
Now, I’m not normally a squeamish person, but the idea of eating a worm wasn’t all that appetising and I opted for the shot without one. Unfortunately, in all the fussing about which tequila to order in the first place as again there was quite a few options, the shots were delivered and I too had been given an oversized maggot to devour.
They really do look like vile little things – something that would burrow under your skin and lay eggs without you knowing until one day you wake up and your skin is crawling and bursting as they try to escape, bleurgghhhh! Now, I wasn’t about to pansy out of this challenge, even if it was eyeing me up with its big black peepers in a ‘don’t you dare eat me’ kind of way. On the count of 3, the salt was licked, the shots thrown down our necks and the lime was sucked to dehydrated, limp shadows of their former selves.
The worm itself wasn’t noticed in the downing action, but psychologically, I could feel its beady eyes glaring at me internally and had to refrain from wanting to throw it back up again.
Until Saturday, I hadn’t really considered the history of the tequila worm (a marketing gimmick by all accounts) nor the effect of it might have on the level of alcohol in my blood stream. Needless to say the rest of the night is pretty much a blur, not a single one of us remembers a great deal about the many pubs we frequented following our meal or how we got to them. We even had one of the pub owners, who is a friend, contact us yesterday just to laugh at how drunk we were! Now that is something, as by now most people have seen us obliterated on at least one occasion!
So I think the morale of this story is never underestimate the power of even the littlest things in life…..like worms!
THE WORM!!!
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