In June of 2006 I was still married to my first husband, Chuck. I probably wouldn’t have been too surprised If you’d told me then that it would be less than a year before we split. But still, in a last-ditch attempt we tried to make our six year marriage work through that summer, and as part of those efforts I planned an exciting surprise party for his thirtieth birthday. My parents were gracious enough to host our crowd of young, rowdy friends and between their pool, piñata filled with miniature alcohol drinks, and my dad working the grill we had a great time. With some strategic planning I even arranged to have his band setup before his arrival — they played happy birthday and then Chuck joined them so they could perform for the rest of the party-goers. In spite of the miserable marriage, that party was a good time and I’ll never forget it.
Well, at least the parts where I wasn’t passed out. I was so excited that one of my closest friends, Deborah, who was living in Richmond at the time, was able to attend. And she brought her deadly bar-tending skills with her. Before the party she helped me mix up a giant batch of margaritas, and it wasn’t until the next day that I realized exactly how much tequila we’d mixed in. Usually I like my drinks weak and watered down, which makes it even more surprising that I didn’t notice that we mixed the drinks part for part. Each 8oz solo cup had 4oz of tequila in it. I spent most of the afternoon flapping around drunk in the shallow end of the pool (with lots of supervision, mind you), demanding more margaritas. It’s really a wonder I didn’t drown. But, always a good friend, Deborah stayed the night with me, to make sure I didn’t ‘wake up dead’. I love you Deborah!
Ironically, in spite of this almost-but-not-so-fond memory, I’m really not much of a drinker. But on the rare occasion when I do imbibe there’s nothing I like more than a frozen margarita. It’s hard to believe, but according to Wikipedia, this drink has only been around since the 1930s. It’s a good thing it pre-dates me because over the years this sweet cocktail has far and away been my drink of choice during a ladies night out, a relaxing dinner, or while hostessing a party, though you’d more likely find me the designated driver. Still, I wasn’t going to let my practically-tea-totaler lifestyle prevent me from celebrating National Margarita Day. Plus, I have recently received good news that calls for a little toast — I have been working for the same company for almost a decade, and as of this week I am moving into a new role that is both exciting and challenging!