..it's like a tequila sunrise, but not...
Got to hang out with my pal from high school. She moved back to Texas after a 15 year absence. Two kids and one ex-husband later, she's home. We decided to try out a new little hole in the wall based on the recommendation of her neighbor.
Oh my. I had Ragin' Cajun Shrimp Tacos. Da bomb...but even better, the grande Tijuana Sunburn. It was listed under the heading: "Margarita Therapy". Needless to say I've been in need of therapy for the last couple of months. All I know is this 'rita had tequila and cranberry juice...and it sure was purty.
Three sips and my head was spinning. I nursed it for an hour while eating queso (also da bomb) and dinner. I'm not one for going out and getting ripped anymore, but I will say this was a nice pre-vacation buzz.
And you know what happens when three single women get together over tequila...well I can't tell you. Revealing the mystery of women is against the rules.
I will say that my tolerance for alcohol is greatly diminished and I'm certainly not as young as I used to be. I had to call it a night as I have responsibilities early in the morning...ugh....thank goodness we fall back an hour.
Anyway...if anyone goes to Baja in Grapevine...get a Tijuana Sunburn...it rocks!!
And now the joy of buzzing is gone...tequila does not hamper the capacity for smelling.
One of the dogs just farted. Ewwww!