I said, let’s see, where’s that tequila? And then one of them opened the bottle and poured forth the nectar of the gods into our respective glasses, the same ones we’d been drinking from before, which some consider a sign of slovenliness and others the ultimate refinement, since when the glass is, shall we say, glazed with mezcal, the tequila is more at ease, like a naked woman in a fur coat.
