Kelly O

How many shots of tequila do you have to drink before you just don't notice that THIS MUCH jean-short is climbing up your butt crack as you're buying a sixer of Lone Star at 7-Eleven at 1:47 a.m.? And how did you not hear the giggling of the three people behind you, buying two sixers of Shiner Bock and taking cell-phone photos of your overcrowded crack? All I have to say is Austin, Texas, is a magical place to get drunk. And don't even get me started on the healing powers of a frozen avocado margarita. recommended