Last night I went into my adobe hut and sought to find the true way by getting back in touch with my inner shaman, seeking assistance from mind altering methods and consulting my good Yaqui friend Don Juan Matus...or it might have been some other crazy Mexican friend of Tully.
In any case, this led me to the revelation you are either in a sports bar drinking your ass off, or maybe at the Colorado Springs National Olympic Training Center. So I'll go against my instincts and guess the training center.
ps: I also wish to thank the way of the Yaqui Indians for inspiring me to have this for lunch today, from a local little Mexican taco joint, seemed very fresh and authentic,, it recently opened near where I exist:
