So after leaving work at 12:30am last night, I went to a local bar near my apartment with a co-worker. We managed to get there right at last call -- and pardon me while I digress here, but this is L.A., and I thought things would be open later here, not just until piddly 1 or 2am -- so I decided to bring out the big guns so I could actually feel a bit of the buzz since we were obviously only going to be able to order a single drink. Caught the eye of the very attractive bartender (tall, long red hair in pigtails, green eyes, great figure -- but I was not going to be That Guy Who Hits on the Bartender) and ordered a shot of Patron and a Long Island Iced Tea. This met with the approval of the guys next to us, who cheered when they heard my order. (My co-worker, on the other hand, ordered a Red Stripe. They didn't comment on that one.)

Whenever I order Patron, I still think of that scene in Vanilla Sky -- which I wasn't too fond of -- where Tom Cruise orders it and then starts yelling at the bartender, "Patrooooooooooooon!!" like he's baying at the moon. Either way, I was definitely feeling some aftereffects when we left the bar after a grueling game of Ms. Pac-Man.