Update: Having forgotten that the competition is the day after Cinco de Mayo, I'm forced to change my plans.
I will not be attending the contest.
Instead, a blurry husk that looks vaguely like me but with horribly bloodshot eyes and the stink of second-day tequila sweat will be there, munching miserably on a breakfast burrito, but screaming just as loud as I otherwise would.
I will not be attending the contest.
Instead, a blurry husk that looks vaguely like me but with horribly bloodshot eyes and the stink of second-day tequila sweat will be there, munching miserably on a breakfast burrito, but screaming just as loud as I otherwise would.