It's a Beautiful Life,* especially when viewed from the bottom of a glass of 1800 Tequila

Yeah, that's pretty cool.  1800 Tequila just poured me a shot.

Here are other things that are pretty cool- in Military Time, 1800 was when I sat down at the bar last Friday and ordered my first shot of Tequila.  The empty ache inside was instantly numbed and replaced by a kind of sad despair which was still better because it didn't hurt quite as much.

By 1900, I was on my fourth shot, and the resentment and bitterness over that girl who simply will not call was replaced by a rather generic "f-- her, I wouldn't talk to her if she tried to contact me now anyway" conviction.  Fortified by a fifth shot.

And by twenty hundred hours, every single girl in the bar looks really good-- not too good for me, but good just the same.  Too bad I can't get off my stool to introduce myself, and too bad they won't come over and talk to me, but it's their loss.

And an hour or so later, when I'm vomiting into a trash can in the alley behind the bar, well, that's just the price you pay when you indulge in extra-classy tequila like this.  So is the awful hangover I have the next day.  The returning thoughts of that person I tried to forget for a few hours?  That's the reason I'll be back next Friday.

Sometimes it's easier than dealing with the pain. **   Me and the guy in this ad get it.

*Ace of Base

**Soul Asylum