Worm Days

Yes, I ate the worm.  I had assumed that this is what people do, until I showed up at the ABC store asking specifically for tequila with a worm.  I was indignant; outraged when the gentleman informed me that I was weird.  He didn’t say it quite like that, but I could see it in his eyes.  It’s not what you say, but how you say it.  And trust me, he said it.  No matter.  Eventually he produced a very reasonably priced Mezcal, worm included. It took my husband and I over a month to reach the bottom of that…

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