STUPID!

You know how I love tequila. And especially in the form of a margarita. We found this place called The Tequila Bar, with a margarita-menu covering several pages. It was like paradise.

Katie ordered a margarita - and got hers. And Salina ordered too - and got her margarita.

Then I ordered one. The lady behind the counter asked to see some ID. I did absolutely not have anything like that on me, why would I? So I was not allowed to order anything. NOTHING. ME! In a margarita-bar! Having to sit there and watch the two ID-carrying girls (used to american rules and regulations) drink their stupid margaritas! How annoyed do you think I was?

Do note the two boys in the background trying to pick us up. Can you blame them?