I Helped Save Someone's Life on Friday

So last weekend, I decided to head south to H-town for my mom's best friend's 60th birthday party (don't judge . . . because those ladies can drink and make fools of themselves with the best of them). Anyway, since I was in town, I decided that a meet up with two of my girlfriends from college was in order. Originally, we were going to hit up a Greek or pizza place for dinner, then head to a bar around Rice Village, but due to me just being plain lazy and tired from driving from Dallas, I convinced them to come to me instead in the suburbs. And good thing I did!

Because . . .

Oh, first let me tell you that I got to Lupe Tortilla's Mexican restaurant early to put our names on the list and promptly headed to the bar for a pre-fajita margarita. There I encountered some veeerrry friendly bartenders who insisted on giving me the "tequila special" which consisted of extra shots of tequila in my 'rita followed by bottomless frozen margaritas-no salt. Once my friends arrived, I introduced them to my bartender favorito, who was an equal opportunity flirt, and he made sure we were all taken care of. Soon after, our table was ready and we spent the next couple of hours gossiping, eating, and drinking (c/o Julian the bartender). All of a sudden, we heard a commotion behind us . . . (and this is where the "because" leaves off).

We turned around, and saw a father attempting to give his son the Heimlich maneuver over and over. The son was obviously choking on something. Being the helpful person that I am, I immediately turned to my friend Laura, aka, Nurse Margarita, and said, "you're a nurse! (duh), go help him!" Then I turned to the mother and said "my friend's a nurse!" Anyway, Nurse Margarita shooed everyone away and began giving this kid, who was about a foot taller than she was, the Heimlich maneuver. Now, unlike TV, this wasn't just once or twice boom it's over, this was over and over, to the point where I was like, "wow, maybe I should call 911 because this kid is not going cough up whatever he is choking on." But, my Florence Nightingale made it happen and eventually a red and white dinner mint shot out of the boy's throat, and he was ok. I was very proud of my friend for doing all of the hard work and saving the kid's life, but I was also equally proud of myself for being too lazy to drive into Houston and for insisting that we stay local and go to THIS restaurant. I mean, what if I had decided on sushi instead? I guess we will never know.

Anyway, after that, Julian came over once more for a complementary refill and said that we had earned all of our extra drinks. Heck yeah we did!