The other night the Crankee Yankee and I decided to have an early supper at our local Mexican restaurant. I had had a bad day, so I ordered a margarita. I’ll bet I drink margaritas maybe three times a year, and when I do, I wonder why I don’t drink more of them as they are cold and so delicious.
We ordered our dinner from a very nice young man, and everything was great. However, I quickly ran out of my margarita, and ordered another one. (Now I haven’t had two margaritas in one sitting since the ’90s. I had forgotten that tequila is usually not my best friend.) It was just as good as the first one, and it went well with my chicken and spinach quesadilla.
The Crankee Yankee helped himself to a sip or two, and that’s when the mayhem began. In putting down the glass, he tipped out quite a few ice cubes, some of which landed in my plate. When I could stop laughing, I said, “oh no worries, it cooled off all those jalapenos!” Which got us both laughing uncontrollably.
Good grief, you’d think that two people of our ages could keep it together better than that, but it turned out that we just couldn’t. Our nice waiter came back and cleaned up the ice cubes, saying not to worry; he had seen much worse on Taco Tuesdays (I’ll bet he did!).
This of course got us laughing all over again. We finished our meals and boxed up our leftovers. I left a huge tip for the nice young man (he certainly deserved it for waiting on two silly old twits!), and we wobbled out of there. We made it to the car and then collapsed into more laughter.
Seriously, if you want some real entertainment, order a pair of margaritas for the two older people sitting near you. Better yet, order a round for yourselves as well. Evidently tequila turns older people into giggling silly old twits.
NB: No hangover the next day! Go figure.