It should have been a sign that my evening with J-Mo was going to be rather slap-happy in the best of ways when I walked in to the Crazy Horse Cantina and caught her drinking my margarita. See, she called while I was at the bank picking up cash, and she asked me if I wanted her to order me a drink before happy hour ended. I said yes, but it took me a little while to get there from my office – game traffic and all. She was concerned that it was going to melt, so she decided to drink it for me. “But I only drank a little bit… you can have it back!”
Ohhhh yeah, we had a good time.
And it wasn’t just any one thing in particular that made it a good time – it was a chance to chat about all sorts of things, to drink margaritas, to take pictures, to laugh, to relax, to sing, and to dance.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to drink at least one more glass of water before I go to bed.