"Hi, my name is Babs, I can't drink tequila". Yup that's true. It makes me a notpretty sight. I discovered this quite by accident the first and second time I drank it.
I have avoided it like the plague since. This was brought back to me last night at a party where margaritas were being served and I respectfully declined. Someone pressed the issue of why I didn't want a margarita and just wouldn't drop the subject until I said "Because I become lewd and lacivious". Then I saw the "nasty gleam" in his eyes, but no more comment and the subject was dropped.
Here's the story. I was so young when my husband brought home tequila in the 70's and made margaritas for us while we were refinishing a piece of furniture. The children were off somewhere visiting grandparents or something. Two drinks and I was a mess. The furniture piece was not finished. Then the second time I had tequila I was at Club Med with a friend who had convinced me to go there. Bad decision, way out of my league. But a few tequila shots and I had the entire population of Club Med following me in a conga line throughout the dining room. Right before we had a food fight. I spent the next three or four days in my room recuperating.
Tequila has not touched my lips since then. I MUST be allergic or something. It's a mine field living in Mexico. Truly. And, when I was designing so many Tex Mex restaurants back in the 80's, that was a minefield too. I just walked around with a glass of water in a margarita glass out of fear and trepidation as to what would happen if I drank just one.
So now I have a new "friend" coming to visit. His drink of choice - a margarita. I have forewarned him that I don't drink tequila. He thinks it's funny - I don't. No tequila para mi......