So, it was: have beer with lunch. Have a margarita! They make the BEST margaritas here… Wait, you’re almost empty. Another round of margaritas! And one more for the road! I had one more at the banquet hall in Chelsea Pier then tried to coast the rest of the night which ended around 2 for me! People kept shoving drinks at me but they were so drunk they didn’t notice that I was only pretending to sip them.
Yeah, this doctor-says-don’t-drink-so-much thing is going to be harder than I thought.