Friday, March 30, 2007
Jack-a-Ritas
Instead of champagne, I decided on Friday night margaritas. Yeah, baby! So, I go to the liquor store on the way home to get some tequila. For some reason I grab a bottle of Jack Daniels, then a lime at the register. Don't ask, because I just don't know. I then tell the cashier that I've been promoted and I'm going to have some margarita fun, again, don't ask. He smiles, looks at the Jack Daniels and the lime, then back up at me and says, "Congratulations." I skip out the door, and about 1/2 way home I realize that I am a gigantic retard. Jack-a-ritas? Oops. When I get home and tell Jim what I did, he laughs and offers to go exchange the Jack for Jose. Derr. In a big way. The guy at the liquor store must be thinking, "What the hell did she get promoted to, executive ditch digging?" Anyway, Mr. Cuervo and I are having a nice love affair tonight. I may be puking later.
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I have so much I could say, but I won't...cuz I care.
ReplyDeleteLol! That is so funny....jack o ritas could be good???? So how do you feel today? :-)
ReplyDeleteLOL! How embarrassing!
ReplyDeleteOnce when I had just moved house I bought a bottle of wine and realised I had no corkscrew. I had to take it back to the shop, get them to open it, and walk back home with an open bottle of wine looking like a total alco. Well, it was a better option than just not having any wine :-)