Why Can't I Get a Good Margarita?

We live in a town of few choices. Food choices, that is. Which makes takeout decidedly unclimactic.

A coupla years back, when my sister was in town, and my cousin was in town, we all met at the local Mexican place. I wanted a margarita and chips and salsa (can't do chips without the salsa). I ordered my margarita with a really nice dark tequila that I like.

The drink came in a tiny wine glass and the color was all wrong. It tasted like shit. I drank the crap cocktail because it had cost a small fortune and I vowed to myself that I'd switch to beer next round.

And then a different bartender appeared, and it was time for another round and I said to him, "Are your margaritas better than his margaritas". "Oh, yes," he said. What he should have said was "Oh, yes. Sucker." I bit and I ordered the same thing I started with. Because it's not good to mix, right?

Drink number two came and it was the same awful crap I'd been overcharged for on the first round.

A Mexican restaurant serving the worst margarita ever?

Moral of this story:

Always keep the vows you make to yourself,

and

Just because the only Mexican restaurant in a 20 mile radius wins awards, doesn't mean the food is good OR that they know how to make a margarita.

The local Irish-style pub? They make awesome margaritas.

Two years ago for my birthday we took a little road trip to another Mexican type place. Their margaritas came in Mason jars. And they have a two-margarita limit. Why?

I don't know, but I can't remember the ride home.

Head Noise

You know how when you're trying to do something important (at least to you), and you have this song or conversation going on in your head? Do you? Because I do. It happens all too often. Especially in situations where I'm supposed to be paying attention. And I do. For a minute or two. Then I'm off. I look like I'm paying attention, but I'm so not there.

My mind starts planning stuff like what color I'll finally paint the bathroom, or even "if" I'll finally paint the bathroom, or starts a shopping list, or throws away all the crap in the basement, or decides it needs another cup of coffee.

And before you know it, it's two hours later and there hasn't been any progress forward into your day (or evening if you're a night owl).

My son has the same problem. Especially when he's doing homework. But not when he's playing with trains. Because when he's playing with trains, he's doing what occupies his mind. So when he's not playing with trains, they are still occupying his thoughts. His head is full of trains, submarines, steam powered machines, and myriad ideas and inventions. It makes it difficult for him to settle down at bedtime.

Yes, I've considered that ADD may be at work here. I am reluctant, however, to confirm that and to label the boy in a way which will make school even more difficult.

So we call it head noise. Get the noise out of your head.

Maybe we just need to listen to more music. Create some classical white noise to help us focus.

Maybe I'm a genius.

Probably not.

Mother - Daughter - Sister

My sister called this evening to offer some food for thought. She read in a magazine about mother/daughter vacations and suggested we consider doing something like that with our mother.

I asked her if she knew what she was suggesting.

She claims she does, but since our Mom is in her mid-70's, she's afraid of the day when it's no longer possible to have a bonding experience, and might regret not doing something like this.

I pointed out that doing something like this might be a more significant cause for regret.

She agreed but qualified it by saying if we have enough alcohol at our disposal, we could get through a weekend with our mother. Especially if we ply the old lady with a couple of drinks, put her to bed, then go out and enjoy ourselves with more alcohol and possibly some nachos.

Food for thought, indeed.

It could be fun. As long as the husbands have enough cash to post bail.