This is Day 16 in the 30 truths for 30 days meme
I try my damndest not to have it when I go out. If anyone is offering, I disappear very quickly.
I can’t handle it, the mere smell of it makes me queasy.
The problem with it stems back to a time pre-Lance, when I was at varsity. I had this car accident you see, and I was in a neck brace, and on anti-inflammatories and painkillers. And the guys I was in the accident with decided to take me out to say sorry, because I was the only one hurt. So we went to this club in Fourways Mall, and the band that was playing had a competition seeing who the loudest group in the place… and we got the prize (the 3 of us, thinking back now it was probably a sympathy thing because I was in a neck brace, but anyhoo).
The prize was a bottle of tequila. Which we then finished.
I still can’t drink any of it!! That happened about 18 years ago!