[Rick Lee]

Oh, I have some Tequila stories...

When I spent my junior year of college living in Trier, Germany, we partied a LOT. My American and British friends and I went through a bottle or two of something just about every night. We even had a beer vending machine in our dorm (great chasers). One night I had too much of the cheap tequila we bought, was playing my guitar for everyone and did a very sudden projectile vomit. Some of the mess landed on my very nice leather jacket and stained it. A few mos. later we were at a diskothek and my jacket was stolen. I walked home in the snow wearing jeans, Chuck Taylors and a t-shirt. I knew my jacket was a lot different than the ones I saw the local Germans wearing and mine had a distinctive stain on it, to boot! A few nights later, we were in this bar and a guy walked in wearing my jacket. I jumped up and three large American buddies of mine came with me to confront the guy. I politely asked him in German if I could see his jacket. The idiot handed it right over. I pointed to the stain and the torn label and explained this was mine and I was taking it. He shrugged, turned around and left the bar. I held up my jacket and the whole bar broke out in applause.

That's just one of many ways tequila can help you.