As my last drink of week, I picked a shot of tequila. Some of my best nights have been inspired by this classic liquor, and my one hope is to leave you all with the inspiration that tequila brings. If you can’t sing, tequila will tell you that you are actually Beyoncé. If you can’t dance, tequila will tell you that you are, in fact, a famous pole dancer, raking in a minimum of 10 grand a night in Vegas. If you can’t find love, tequila will be your lover, or inspire you to sloppily grind on that rando at the bar and pretend he’ll turn from a frog into a prince at closing time at Huskies.
- Tequila (preferably, the cheap, gross, gold kind that tastes like sin)
Just down it, dude.
Megan Krementowski is the associate life editor for The Daily Campus. She can be reached via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.