Bobby Walters hates Mexicans.

Yesterday was the annual “trick the first year grad students into getting drunk before class” day.  Well, I don’t even know if we trick them anymore, but it’s fun to pretend.  At this time of the semester, the first years are getting ready to pick a thesis lab, so the premise of the lunch is to take them out and give them some advice on lab picking.  Really, all we want to do is get the youngin’s shitfaced and then send them back to class to try to absorb a developmental biology lecture.  Meanwhile, the older grad students walk by the class and giggle like school children at the next generation of scientists falling asleep.

As long as I’ve been involved with the process, lunch has been at Mad Mex, and the alcohol of choice has been tequila.  Back in spring 2004 when I was a first year, I must’ve had 8 shots and a Big Azz Margarita that legend says contains 6 shots of tequila itself.  I’ve never believed that, but suffice to say that I was drunk at 1 PM on a weekday.  What can I say?  When there’s drinking to be done, Matt Bochman puts on his drinking shoes.

The following year, I did much the same thing (big surprise).  My theory was that it would be easier to get the first years to do more shots if I did some with them.  In reality, I’m just a glutton.  We got at least one of them so drunk that she had to leave class to throw up for an hour or so though.  Light weight…

Anyway, my ridiculousness was again evident this year, but with food instead of alcohol.  I still had three shots (maybe more?) and 1.5 margaritas, but I also ate two giant burritos and a boatload of chips with three different salsas.  If you ever drive past one, it’s worth it to stop by Mad Mex for some food.  I wouldn’t eat that much if it wasn’t tasty.  To be honest though, it’s no Don Pablos.

If you go to Mad Mex, get the Picka Dippa with black bean, XX queso, and fire roasted tomato dips and a burrito.  If you go to Don Pablos, order yourself a Negra Modelo and the Conquistador.  It’ll melt your face off.