After A While There Was No Booze In The Blender, Just Tequila
It’s National Margarita Day as I write this, and just thinking about that great drink that makes us do wild and crazy things is bringing to mind all kinds of great memories involving it.
Perhaps my favorite story involves a house party I ran into on sunny Southern California day. And stumbled (quite literally) out of later that day.
I was actually on my way to another house party, an annual ritual in the Los Angeles beach community of Hermosa Beach. It was Big John’s annual Daylight Savings Time bash and the entire single community of the South Bay would be at it. Big John lived in a rented huge house, complete with a keg tap handle mounted to a refrigerator door in a hallway and a huge rooftop balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Naturally, I was quite excited to get there, and I was on my bike rolling down the beachside sidewalk known as the Strand.
The Stand is lined by houses on one side and the beach on the other. At “the border,” between Manhattan Beach and Hermosa Beach, you have to get off the bike and walk it down a few steps before continuing. The house on the lower corner is somewhat of a tourist attraction; it’s known as the “90210 house” because it was featured as the beach house on that TV show.
Anyway, the last house on the Manhattan Strand was having a party. It looked like fun but I was anxious to get to Big John’s. I was just about to go down the steps when a female voice shouted out to me: “Hey, KEV!”
I turned around to see my bikini-clad friend Lynn on the deck. She was enough to stop traffic on her own, but she waved her arms and said, “come up here. We’re having a margarita party!”
Well, it took me, oh, about three seconds to get up on the deck. Lynn lived in the house and introduced me to the others, and soon we were making and drinking margaritas. It was a bright, warm sunny summer day with a fun group of people. In other words, the perfect time and place to be having margaritas.
After not too long, Lynn and I went back to the blender to make more drinks. But we soon discovered they were out of mix. However, they had plenty – and I mean plenty – of tequila. So, improvising on the spot, drank what we had on hand!
Well, that bash turned from a margarita party to a tequila fest! It didn’t take long for all of us to be feeling no pain. And I still had to get to Big John’s!
I arrived at Big John’s bombed. It was still kind of early and most people were just on their first or second beer. I was already light years ahead of them in drinking. Now I happen to be fortunate in that I am a fun drunk, not an obnoxious one. I like to bring the party, not destroy it.
And in this case, I was indeed the life of the party. Close friends were wondering exactly what had happened to me, and were jealous when they found out about the margarita-tequila party. It was one of the most fun times I ever had at Big John’s house.
As a nightcap to this awesome day, I knew a great-looking girl who was having a BBQ. She had tons of gorgeous girlfriends, so I showed up for it. They were amused at my condition but still readily accepted me, and even fed me.
That part of the day remains a blur, but apparently I stopped a girl in the hallway and would not let her pass to go to the bathroom until she gave me her phone number. It’s amazing how clever us guys can get when we’re buzzed. Especially on tequila!
I’m not sure where Lynn is now, but I’ll never forget that day. And it just goes to show you that sometimes, the best times in life fall in your lap and happen unexpectedly.
We just need to be flexible enough to enjoy them.
Cheers!
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