You know when you meet people sometimes you are a more composed, more polite, more intelligent, more politically correct version of yourself...This wasn't one of those nights. If you've ever had a Fernando's margarita you know. If you have had 2, you really know.
*(This is for another story but Anna and I actually had 2 pitchers one long terrible night. We survived but both got sick as shit. Anna walked home from Wrightwood and Clark to Altgeld and Ashland, rape free).
I could hear myself naturally referring to Mickey Rooney in "National Velvet" or the Zac Attack band from "Saved by the bell". One friend commented that I have a movie photographic memory. It's not true, I just love movies. My point is, if you want to get in with me or my family go to the movies. We all refer to them!