On the drive back south after visiting my parents', I was talking about Mexican food and made a joke about chimichangas, and my one friend from high school who runs a women's shelter and has an athletic director husband couldn't stop thinking about chimichangas, and insisted we stop by a Mexican restaurant near their house ("La Senorita's").
As it turns out, it's on the outskirts of a big state school college town, and her husband had worked there when he did his undergrad years ago.
We were in the bar-restaurant part, not the dining room per se, and as we were finishing our meal he started to reminisce how one night him and one of his friends were closing, and they realized it was 2am and all the liquor stores would be closed, so they got a 3-gallon bucket and filled it with beer and put it between them in their truck when they left, and drove back to their apartment, where sat around it and scooped out of it in glasses and drank it all.
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