While weaving through heinous traffic on 635 this morning, cigarette in hand and eyes darting at the clock as minutes crept past 9:30 a.m. – the time I'm supposed to be at work – I thought about tequila. That golden drink poured into a shot glass lined with flakes of salt and, of course, freshly sliced limes on the side. I don't know why I was thinking about tequila at 9:32 in the morning. This is acceptable for alcoholics, avid partygoers and tequila connoisseurs, but I don't fall under any of these categories. I don't even remember the last time I had tequila. But as I sit up here in the freezing office I can see a Centennial on the street below. I know just the thing to warm me up.


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