i hate to pilfer from a fellow blogger, but i just got back from mexico and i need to rant a little.
it’s been a really long summer, and i have spent the last few weeks looking forward to doing nothing but lying in the sun and getting stinking canned.
i’ve been to quite a few tropical getaways, including cozumel, playa del carmen, belize, grand cayman, jamaica, bahamas, the virgins (british and US) plus a few others whose names escape me now, so i know my way around a caribbean bender. but i have to say, cancun may take the cake, scenery-wise. here, see for yourself.
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however, it saddens me to say that without a doubt, i also had the most heinous margaritas in my whole life there too.
first there was senor frogs. i guess they thought they were dealing with some drinking virgins from nebraska. but me and the hubs are seasoned drinkers from texas. i spent *ahem* eight years going to the university of texas (hook ’em!), and the hubs went to the now-defunct southwest texas state university (which had a club that featured a $5 all-you-can-drink night) and his grades were so bad, his parents pulled him out and made him finish at UT san antonio. so yeah, we can put ’em down.
if you’re in party mode, you might be tempted by the offer of the margarita by the yard. but don’t be stupid. this giant plastic tube only has the same amount of alcohol as one shot.
the hubs actually asked them if it was a virgin drink.
plus this thing cost $150! pesos that is, but you know what? if i’m going to spend the approximate equivalent of $15 on a margarita, i expect to be taken home in a freaking shopping cart, like that chick from animal house.
second – never, EVER, go to mexico, unless you stay at an all inclusive resort. they say life is full of learning experiences, but during vacation shouldn’t be one of them. at our place, the only time the drinks were a deal was during the happy hour (literally – it from from 3 to 4) when drinks were 2 for 1, which basically meant you were getting two sub-par margaritas for the price of one.
the last word: go to the liquor store and drink warm tequila shots from your beach bag all afternoon. or just sneak it in a water bottle and spike your crappy drinks like my mom did. she’s a smart lady.
now, here’s the best margarita on the planet, the oh-so-delicious and descriptively named mexican flag. lime, strawberry, and midori flavored margarita lovingly layered in a hurricane glass and served for a mere $6.95, american. two’s not enough and three is WAYYYYY too many. complete pie-eyed euphoria for less than $21. take that you stupid frog.
let me know if you’re coming. i’m buying.