So I Say to Billy-Bob

… “we should Uber it to Margaritaville”. ¬†He asks me ¬†“why?” and I say “well duh it’s Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville. ¬†Since we are fortunate enough to be invited by special invitation to be guinea pigs before the grand opening on Tuesday, we should partake of all the offerings. ¬†You know, give it a real test drive and take one for the team.” ¬†He says “nope to Uber … I’ll NEVER Uber anywhere and you don’t like margaritas anyway. ¬†Remember?”

Oh ya, I guess I forgot. ¬†Damn tequila, it’s the devil. ¬†And with that I remember my 19th birthday. ¬†We were¬†celebrating at Rocky’s on Austin Hwy. ¬†That is where I had my¬†first alcoholic beverage. ¬†Well my first legal drink anyway!¬†(yes I am that old, I was legal at¬†19 ¬†before the drinking age was raised to 21). ¬†This was back when they had Drink and Drown Wednesdays (yes I am old enough to have been in bars before the liquor laws were changed and establishments¬†had to stop those “get drunk quick for cheap incentives”). ¬†For a very small cover one¬†could drink all the beer, wine and well drinks you wanted. ¬†The margs weren’t free that night but they were on the menu at happy hour prices aka cheap. ¬†And my nickname was 1/2 a beer Jill. ¬†If it only took 1/2 a beer, then a sip of margarita would make me three sheets to the wind. ¬†Well a sip of margarita, some wine, a beer, some more wine. ¬†You get the drift. ¬†It was a celebration after all so let’s be stupid!!!!!!

Brian¬†drank water. ¬†He took care of me as I proceeded to act like a complete fool. ¬†He was the DD before there were DDs. ¬†The music was loud and we danced all night (if you could call it that, I only have flashes of memory). ¬†I’ll never forget ‘parts’ of the ride home. ¬†I remember how cold it was … December 21 is always¬†freezing. ¬†I am told that I hung my head out the window, puking¬†down Austin Hwy. ¬†Messing up the newly painted red on the side of Bri’s¬†truck.

We got back to my house; he took me inside and told my mom “She’s okay, but she’s had a little too much to drink.” He stayed a while and then left to the car wash to clean up his truck. ¬†I passed out on the living room couch. ¬†I woke up the next day SICK.AS.A.DOG. ¬†I thought for sure my mom would be mad and tell me I could never see Brian again (I mean what a bad influence!) ¬†But nope, she actually sat me down and talked about responsible drinking. ¬†She said “What you did was irresponsible and you need¬†to find other ways to celebrate.” ¬†She said “Brian is¬†a¬†fine young man and I know¬†without a doubt that he will always take¬†good care of you. ¬†Actions speak louder than words baby girl. You’re lucky, it is obvious he loves you to put up with you in that state”

Funny how my crazy mind works. ¬†I had not thought about the night of my 19 birthday in years. ¬†Thanks to Uber and¬†Brian being part of the crew to build¬†Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville, I got to stroll down memory lane. ¬†Happy weekend everybody, remember to drink responsibly.

As always. ¬†More to come …