We live in Las Cruces, New Mexico. During our high school years, "the" party place was Juarez, Mexico, just over the border of beautiful downtown El Paso, Texas. On one of our weekly trips, we went to a pool hall and got slightly wasted. We played pool with a couple of the natives and, as it turned out, they were pool sharks. We lost all our money to them, but stole it back (how brave drunk boys and girls are!) and ended up running out of that place and made it around the corner to Fred's Bar, a mainstay of high school students on the Texas/New Mexico borderland area. Well, we started drinking again, and the bartender gets us to try these little colored drinks, hell if I remember what they were called. They were different colored liquors in little glasses and they set them on fire to make them really attractive to drunk teenagers (ooohhh, look at the pretty colors!). So, our friend Tom ordered one, but didn't quite get the concept that the fire should be put out PRIOR TO consuming the damn drink. So all night, all we heard was "Hey, do you guys smell burning hair? No, really, is something burning?" It's okay, his mustache and nose hairs eventually grew back. And they took our picture and hung it up in the bar. It was a night to remember. Obviously, that wasn't the only thing that got really hot that night; I ended up finding my so-called boyfriend, Brian, in the bathroom with one of the local "Juarenas", getting a $5.00 blow job. I hope it was worth it...I never touched THAT again. It's a good thing the drinks were cheap. In spanish, "los borachos" means "the drunks". Use it in a sentence sometime.
Author: Tam
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