Today's OneWord: Mezcal

I treated myself to a Sierra Madre Sunrise - mezcal and all - as the cackling of the rooster subsided, even though it was three o'clock in the morning and both my partners and I could not get ourselves to fall asleep. The heat of the Mexican desert was enough to keep us restless - uncouth, even - so we calmed our intoxicated brains by dancing and singing, our bad Spanish ricocheting off the walls of our hotel room like a bouncy ball from our childhoods.