It’s another, “I’ll drink to that,” kind of day. Yep, NATIONAL MARGARITA DAY
So I’m thinking I should be on a beach drinking a cold, tall, refreshing Margarita, but here I sit in Georgia. I’m starting to think Georgia is an old Indian word for ‘never stops raining.’ I have lost count as to how many days it has rained this year but far exceeds any sunny days by a long shot.
Maybe I’ll make mine a Strawberry Margarita as the lime color reminds me of the mold and mildew that is starting to grown on everything from all the rain and lack of sun.
It is said that the margarita being invented in 1938 by Carlos “Danny” Herrera at his restaurant Rancho La Gloria, halfway between Tijuana and Rosarito, Baja California, created for customer and former Ziegfeld dancer Marjorie King, who was allergic to many spirits, but not to tequila.
I find that I may be allergic to tequila also. Seems that after a few shots of this clear liquid I tend to do crazy things. Reminds me of the old Dottie West song Jose’ Cuervo. I too have been known to dance on the tables but I never shot out any lights.
So on this day, I salute who ever invented the Margarita, Tequila, and even Dottie West for bring to light that tequila can make you do some wild and crazy things. At my age I now just sit back, sip my drink and watch the world go by. Today, I’m watching it rain.