Some evil, bad men made me drink tequilla last night.

Now I have a fake tattoo on my ankle.

And my car is still at work.

This snotty young security guard, thinking he was "saving" people, wouldn't let me in to the parkade to drive home at 2 in the morning.

He said I "reeked" of alcohol.

The nerve.

So maybe I smelled a little like a turned over taco cart. And maybe he was just trying to save me and anyone else on the road. And maybe I shouldn't have been even considering driving.

Still, "reeked" isn't a polite word to use when referring to a lady. And denying her access to her car.

I have to go lie down again now.