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How sad; one margarita and my face turns red. One.
I had to go out to housesit just for dinnertime, so I took my Mom with me. I fed the dogs and then we went to Fashion Bug (a disappointment for me), JoAnn's (a disappointment for her; I got cool yarn!), Barnes & Noble (booo GRE test prep books), and then we went to get some food. I convinced her to go to The Green Iguana. Mind you, it's Saturday night in Brandon, but it's not yet 9:30... we're carded at the door (HA), given wristbands, and I'm carded again when I order a margarita (it was the only mixed drink on sale; everything else is fucking expensive). It was nomnomnom, if not a little too sour for my tastes. My feta burger was NOMNOMNOM and I ates it all!
I had to go out to housesit just for dinnertime, so I took my Mom with me. I fed the dogs and then we went to Fashion Bug (a disappointment for me), JoAnn's (a disappointment for her; I got cool yarn!), Barnes & Noble (booo GRE test prep books), and then we went to get some food. I convinced her to go to The Green Iguana. Mind you, it's Saturday night in Brandon, but it's not yet 9:30... we're carded at the door (HA), given wristbands, and I'm carded again when I order a margarita (it was the only mixed drink on sale; everything else is fucking expensive). It was nomnomnom, if not a little too sour for my tastes. My feta burger was NOMNOMNOM and I ates it all!