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Hoo boy, after last weekend with my successful imbibing of three whiskey sours and only slightly drunkeness, I met friends for lunch (on the occasion of Sister Hurricane's visit - a friend from my first Internet cult) at the Rio (our most favoritest restaurant evah) and had what one of my friends meanly referred to as a "big girl drink" - a regular sized margarita. Usually I have the Mini - a teensy one that is served mostly for lunch. Now, in my defense, the Rio only allows three margaritas per customer - they are potent, delicious drinks. I was completely and thoroughly smashed. So smashed that silveraspen had me walk with her to the Tattered Cover bookstore (a gem of a bookstore in our fair city) in Lodo for coffee and talking for a few hours until I was in a state to drive. However, those few hours were spent in the scifi/fantasy section and involved much evil plotting, so it was well worth the time spent. And the margarita? Soooooooo yummy.

We are so taking you to the Rio, muffinbutt - YOU MUST COME HERE JUST FOR THE MARGARITAS!!!! This actually goes for anyone reading this. Come and visit - we will likker you up with quality margaritas and take you to the best bookstore ever to sober up!

I am done with my homework for the weekend. A hot bath with a Lush bath bomb awaits me on this snowy day, and then I will be writing for fun. Wheeeeeeeee!