Sometimes a girl just needs a margarita. Especially with an old friend from college and especially when traveling to the Southwest for work.
Previously, the boyfriend had banned me from tequila. I don’t want to talk about it. It involved a flying hostess stand. And my sanity. But, I really don’t want to talk about it.
Now that I am 25, I feel like it’s time to be more mature about things.
And, I mean, it’s not like I sit in bars every Wednesday at 2:15 in the afternoon and slam back margaritas or anything. I’m just a normal person with normal needs.
The guacamole here was pretty darn good, too.
Everything is fine. Just fiiiiiiiiine.