Booze and Food Soaked Weekend
My weekend kicked some ass. Of course, this weekend falling on Cinco de Mayo, the awesomeness had to involve margaritas. We thought it would be a beautiful day and we would sit in our friends John and Aubrey's yard and sip on drinks. But instead it rained a lot. The upside to this was that we drove by a building that had been struck by lightning.
I've never seen a freshly hit by lightning building!
When we arrived at the house, John had made a pitcher of margaritas with a secret ingredient.
I know, you think this is gross. But let me tell you something: beer is an excellent ingredient in margaritas. It adds just a hint of carbonation, cuts the sweetness a little, and makes the whole thing just the right amount of frothy.
Put this stuff in a blender:
1.5 cups limeade
.5 cup triple sec
(or two cups margarita mix)
1 cup tequila
1/2 can of beer (though I'm sure a corona would work well, too)
squirt of lime
lots of ice
Blend, pour, enjoy.
I'm not crazy. This works like zucchini in chocolate cake. The margaritas made us ravenous and we walked up to the local tamale shop and bought a bag full of green chili cheese ones. I could have eaten at least three more than we got, but probably not 53.5. The evening blurred a little after that, but we somehow got roped into a pub quiz downtown and more drinking. Unfortunately the drinking didn't involve much water, which made going to the Denver Diner sound like a really good idea after we failed to finish in first place at the quiz. How is it that we remembered Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men joined forces to record "One Sweet Day" but we drew a blank on who Danica McKellar was? Damn.
The next morning we went out for brunch for my mom's birthday. Can I just tell you that bananas foster, cheesecake, and Oreos played a large role in my meal?
The night before our friend Micah asked if we were interested in seeing an Elvis Costello show. For free! Of course, there is only one answer to that question.
Rock! He did an acoustic version of "Allison" that killed me dead.
Today I came home from work and there was a package in the mail for me. I thought it was my May letter from the Modern Letter Project. But there was no letter, only hot dogs!
The only person I could think of that would send me hot dog earrings is Krista, but she denied it. It's a mystery. Did you send me hot dog jewelry?
G and I always order a corona with our margaritas, particularly if we are planning on having more than one.
God, I wish I sent you those hotdog earings, please solve this mystery quickly.
Are the mystery hotdogs a sign that you have been accepted to be a bunnette? or the next step in the trials? who can say.
How much do the hot dogs rock!? Someone's very cool. Liiiiiiz, I can't wait 'til you come to NYC for margaritas!!!
i agree with sam- maybe you've been "pinned" by the bunnettes, like a sorority would.
While that would have truly been a funny outcome, it turns out the little dogs and buns are from my friend Cindy (who was also in the video)! Good luck charms :-)
I am intrigued by the beergarita! I don't mock strange drink combinations; as a child I used to drink Tang and Pepsi.