happily edler After

Might we add, it was the worst shot we had ever tasted. We were both invited to a "Going Away" party in downtown Dallas for a mutual friend of ours (and a guy I had previously dated months prior- oops!) We started to chat, and I was REALLY craving mozzarella sticks, because the party snacks just weren't doing it for me. There just so happened to be a sports bar downstairs that "could" have mozzarella sticks. For some odd reason (maybe because we already had a few) we made a bet on whether or not they'd have those damn, delicious cheese sticks. I knew they didn't because I had eaten there before, but I wasn't going to tell him that. So he lost the bet and had to take a shot of cheap whiskey in a Tostito's Scoop. Worst. Shot. Ever. But then he found out I already knew the answer, so I had to follow suit. Again. Worst. Shot. Ever. We then proceeded to try and get others to do the same and share our misery. It was love at first tortilla chip whiskey shot. That night we talked toes-to-toes on my couch until 4am, and that's when we knew we really had something worth living, fighting, and loving for.