there are certain drinks that should not come by the pitcher. i believe that i have a solid case that margaritas should be one of those drinks. i mean really, shouldn't they warn you that ordering pitchers of margaritas for just two people isn't wise? its exactly what you're imagining, an entire pitcher filled with margarita, that sweet nectar of the gods.
casey convinced me last night that indeed, margaritas *should* come by the pitcher and that we indeed *should* order one. i'm not sure what the decision making process was for ordering the second pitcher before happy hour ended, but we did. for some reason, i dont think i put up much of a fight on that one, in fact it could have been my idea. : )
regardless, the best part of the night came when casey was people-watching out the window at jaime's scoping out the eye candy that was the 20-something rock crowd gathering across the street to see the White Stripes at Stubbs. she was commenting positively about a group of attractive young men, when she suddenly spotted a not-so-attractive, slightly squatty member of their foursome. in her inebriated state, she said with disdain, "come on guys, its not thanksgiving dinner, you dont have to invite the short guy!"
it took me a moment or two to decipher her comment, but as soon as it set in, i nearly lost my margarita in the fit of laughter that ensued.
man it was a fun night.
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