“It’s probably sea level back east, right? You’re at about 5,000 feet right now. One margarita hits like two,” says Jim the Driver. “I have to tell all of my passengers that.”
So after a night of hopping the bars closest to Hyatt Regency Albuquerque--all entered with the wise words of Jim the Driver in mind--we journalists are off to our rooms for a few hours of sleep before our 9:15 a.m. call time.