vip in the city

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor

Among the souvenirs M returned with from Mexico were two bottles of premium Don Julio Reposado tequila — aka “the good stuff” — which she decided to debut at a garden party on Friday night.

By the time I arrived, M, AC, MM and BK were in the courtyard; MP and RB arrived later, after Motorcycle Safety School. Summer rolls and kabobs were set aside a sweating pitcher of frozen margaritas on the patio table. On Bastille Day. How multi-cultural!

BK had brought in a box of (Popsicle-brand) popsicles, which I probably hadn’t had in two decades. Brilliant. But after all these years, I still can’t stomach the grape-flavored ones; they remind me too much of Dimetapp.