A Small Margarita, Please.

Last night, the three of us went out for Thai food. It was scrumptious. Just what I was in the mood for, even though it was my husband's idea because it was what he was in the mood for.

We walked to the restaurant and arrived just before a massive rainstorm hit. While we sipped our beer, entertained the little one, and nibbled our food - literally bucket sized raindrops fell from the green hued sky with lightning flickering in the background.

The waitress had remembered our daughter from months ago when we had visited, and was shocked to see how much she had grown. She, along with a few other members of the restaurant's staff, played endlessly with the munchkin. I've had unbelievable luck lately in regard to going out to restaurants.

I ate a noodle dish with shrimp and vegetables in a brown, garlic sauce. It was fantastic and of course, I ate it entirely only to wish that the magic food faeries would make more appear on my plate. My husband ordered a vegetarian dish with vegetables and tofu and steamed rice with some sort of sauce - it looked good really, but I was so into my own plate of food that I can't offer more details than that about his food.

“You know, it’s raining so hard. We may be forced to hang out at Starbucks for awhile before we walk home.” my husband says to me.

“I’m all up for Starbucks, but it’s just water…no harm in getting a little wet.”

Luckily though, just as we left the restaurant, the rain stopped.

We ventured to the Cigar/Pipe store for my husband. He smokes his cigars and pipe outside…

Instead of going into Starbucks, we decided to continue on our fun evening by going to the Mexican restaurant on the next block up.

We shared a Cadillac Margarita and Fried Ice Cream. Mmm! It was delish. I was so into the moment though that when the waitress brought the margarita, I anxiously waited watching my husband pour in the Grand Mariner, after which…I dove right in.

Mistake.

Stirring is an essential thing one must do after the shot is poured in.

I gasped as I realized I had nearly inhaled half the shot up the straw, because we hadn’t stirred the margarita very well. Yowza!

After that intense taste bud moment, I pretty much laid off the drink and let my husband work on it. I had bigger and better things to occupy my attention – Fried Ice Cream.

I did share with the little one and some with my husband. He saved the last bit of margarita for me as I surfaced from my ice cream stupor.

Apparently, while we were in having our drink and dessert, the sky had opened up again and poured to no end. But it had stopped for the duration of our walk home, and then unleashed as soon as we got home.

Strange how that happened really.

I headed to bed at a decent hour with the munchkin in tow and for the first time in a few days, I really slept.

I still feel tired today though, and unplugged from things. I’m sure it’s just the manifestation of stress.

So to keep with my stress habits, I made tortilla chips and baked cookies today. We’re having steak soft tacos and chips and Mexican Caesar Salad for dinner.

And more margaritas to wash it down. A small margarita though. I’m already feeling so tired, I don’t want to fall asleep at the dinner table!