Mr. Cuervo

There was a time when I couldn’t even smell tequila without retching. It came to me from a very bad experience with Mr. Cuervo at a college party. Then I was given good tequila to taste on a dare, and dare I say I am back together with tequila. Not Mr. Cuervo, he can go fuck himself, but nice tequila made to enjoy with civilized friends.

Out I roam the streets of Puerto Vallarta in search of some said civilized tequila and once again I find myself without my trustee travel companion. However, I do have an Iphone that is not only guiding me to this supposed promise land, but also contains a pretty nifty camera inside it as demonstrated in Italy.

I get the usual looks and comments but now its more from the locals than the other tourists, “…Creo que ve un Objeto Volador No Identificado…” I ignore the comments and questions as they will not understand. In fact, really, no one understands until I convert them to black and white, put them together in a diptych, and print them.

Then you get more, “…wow where did you take that?” Although I still get, “Why did you pair that one with that one?” To which I really have no answer other than I thought they looked good together. In the end I found some tequila, but I think the pictures I found along the way tasted way better.