I guess context is everything. In Cozumel, my friend and his dad were gone before I woke up and disembarked and I took a cab by myself to a restaurant that had the freshest food I had encountered (cuz the stuff on the ship gets kinda old by day four). At lunch, the waiter asked if I wanted the "delicious" margarita and he pointed across the restaurant to one somebody else was drinking. I guess it looked delicious enough so I said, sure. Well, he brings me this gigantic drink, and only when I got the bill did I realize he had said "fishbowl margarita." From far away it had looked normal sized to me. And it was mostly tequila. So I kept saying to myself, "Namo, NO MORE THAN HALF." 3/4 of the way through I pushed the thing away from me.
I wasn't actually sure if I would be able to walk like my normal self when I was done with lunch. But I was. And attached to the restaurant was an actual artists co-op shop that sold things at fair trade rates. And I just loved the place.
Meanwhile, my friend had dropped his dad back at the boat and went snorkeling, which he just raved about there.
So, I managed to eke out a pleasant memory (no doubt fueled by the fishbowl) in Cozumel. OH, and I got a tasteful and politically correct refrigerator magnet of a face down drunken man with his pants pulled below his cheeks that says "I had fun in Cozumel."
Good times.
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