margies

sometimes you don't know you need a margarita.

and then

you're sitting at your desk

on a friday afternoon

and it's pretty darn late

and every pore in your body begins to sing together in unison

MARGARITA MARGARITA MARGARITA

where does this song come from, you wonder

i have not wanted a marg in ages

i have not even been thinking about margies at all

but there the song persists, and there it is, very loud.

and so you facebook it.

Allyson West "needs a margarita,"

and within seven minutes,
from the time it's taken you to get from your car to your boyfriend's house

you have nine hits

of others also desperate for a margarita

and one of them is actually a friend who lives in town and wants to go get drinks.

SO YOU DO.

and it is amazing.

you go to El Toro in Hyde Park Plaza

where,
once upon a time,
you claimed this place was the only place in Cincinnati that had decent mexican food

but, actually,
upon revisitation,
you are pretty not impressed by their casual approach to enchiladas.

HOWEVER

their margaritas

which come in FIVE DIFFERENT SIZES

are VERY impressive

and maybe make the food taste like the dew from the heavens.

(the chips and salsa are very good, always.)

in fact, you realize, heck! its been a nutso week

why don't i get my margie frozen?

(when in fact i usually prefer them on the rocks)

and so,
you find yourself

happy and content
and more than pleased

talking with a very sweet friend

and a very sweet boyfriend

and laughing uproariously when the opportunity presents itself.

how wonderful!

how wonderful!