Tequila is like a feisty lover: every time you want to leave tequila, it gives you a reason to stay. In essence, you hate tequila every bit as much as you love it. Here’s why you love / hate it:
Love: It helps you find the right words.
Hate: Realizing you said too much. Or worse, it’s not reciprocated.
Love: How you feel so damn free.
Hate: The embarrassment that follows.
Love: The courage it gives you.
Hate: The moment your friends tell you what courageous things you did last night.
Love: How you feel like a million bucks after a few shots…
Hate: This means you feel like negative one million in the morning.
Love: The delicious burning sensation it leaves in your throat.
Hate: The burning hole it leaves in your wallet.
Love: How tequila makes you forget your problems.
Hate: You also forget where you live. Dude, where’s my house?
Love: Pain tolerance magically goes up…
Hate: The uncertainty of not knowing why your ass is all bruised up.
Love: Margarita brunches. They’re the best.
Hate: Post-margarita afternoon hangovers.
Love: It makes you dance so much better.
Hate: The dizziness that causes you to hurl.
Love: It turns you into a happy go-lucky person.
Hate: It’s far from your true sober self.
Love: Mamá y las tías get way more fun.
Hate: All the regañadas you get from them the next day.