Saturday night, Wonder Woman and I attended the Parents’ Social for Zan’s elementary school, which sounds like something middle-aged, veteran parents would go to, and not something that a young, hip, happening, just-out-of-their 20s couple like us would be attendi—oh, wait.
When the time came for us to leave the house, Wonder Woman and I took a quick survey and determined that two out of two people standing in the kitchen at that precise moment felt it would be in their best interest to have a pre-cocktail-hour cocktail.
Neither one of us was up for a beer, and chugging down a bottle of wine didn’t seem practical, so we went to my special reserve: Cabo Wabo Añejo tequila. Mmmmmmm.
It is already well-documented that I have a deep affinity for Mr. Hagar and his delicious tequila, but let it be said again: Mmmmmmm. Yummy. You can actually sip this straight, over a little ice. We ate a couple orange wedges with our drinks, which was a perfect combination.
There was a time when I thought the concept of drinking in order to more easily assimilate to a social situation was something to frown upon.
I have turned that frown upside down, my friends.