On a random Wednesday night, a group of friends decided to meet up for “ladies night” at a local bar Peggy Dempsey’s. Within that group, there’s always the person, or two in this case, who had absolutely no desire to be there, and swore they were only staying for one and leaving. Upon entering, there were unfamiliar faces introduced within the group, and after a chair was dragged over, the conversation started. A quick and meaningless introduction, followed by “ew, you drink budlight? Budweiser is so much better.” As the one drink was finished, the conversation continued to flow seamlessly, and staying for one, turned into two, than three than four. “Do you want a shot?” followed by “what kind?” What a silly question someone could ask. There’s only one logical answer for that, as we both spewed the word “tequila!” the forces of the world had collided and everyone witnessed the birth of the tequila king & queen. While these two people woke up with an incredibly bad hangover, it seemed as if God had every intention of these two crossing paths.