Margarita Monday’s
Last year two of my closest friends felt that since we were all getting old and had crazy lives that we needed to carve out time to hang out consistently. Whether this is what happens when you get older or whether the three of us are just odd I am not sure, but what I know is that Margarita Monday’s began and continued once a month until this evening… cinco de mayo. It was a bit unusual as we ventured to Mazatlan and not El Potrero’s because the line was out the door. So for our final Margarita Monday we went to a different place but with the same ladies. The time we have is simple, we talk about life and enjoy chicken nachos and margaritas. I cannot express how much I appreciate these women, they can laugh at a proclamation of Master Becker or get into theological discussions with enough tequila. Ultimately, it’s laid back and enjoyable and something we all look forward to each month.
We have now come to the time that we all knew would occur when one of us would head to a different state. Our dear Kim is leaving us for VA and we will be left the two… it is interesting how people come and go, but it extra interesting how when one leaves, life changes. Will the two of us continue with the Margarita tradition without the third, or will we part from the tradition and in turn part ways? For now, I will truly be thankful for the time I have had with the ladies and will not think too much more as I recognize that too much thought too soon will result in un-needed burdening as I head into a time of mourning her move.
