Make That A Margarita

I took charge today at our post-PMBR lunch at Tacqueria Del Sol. I said: "Lauren, let's celebrate being done with the PMBR. Let's order margaritas.""Nah," said Lauren, "I have to work on some papers.""Ok," I said.The waiter came over. "What do you want to drink?" he asked."Two margaritas," I said, "frozen, salt."Lauren laughed. "Ok," she said, "why not."IMG_1.JPGThese were good margaritas! Went well with the tacos. And the freedom.

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