It's Me, Sara Louise

Behold…  The Husband’s very first margarita. Ever. Almost thirty years old and never had a margarita. Deprived child. He loved it, which of course meant that he was trying to slurp it on down as fast as possible, but everyone knows that you can’t slurp a margarita down without… dun dun dun… B R A I N F R E E Z E.
My mother’s response to the dreaded brain freeze… “eat more salsa”. She thinks the spice of the salsa counteracts the freezing cold of the margarita. Maybe in your mouth but not in your brain. Bless. (I have a feeling I’m going to be in trouble later).

The margaritas were had in downtown San Antonio on the Riverwalk. We decided to do our touristy stuff on the hottest day of the year (seriously, on the news later that night, they said that that day had been the hottest so far, which says quite a bit when the whole entire summer happened to be the hottest… aren’t we clever to be out and about in the sun on that day… and could be a reason why The Husband was slurping that margarita so darn fast, poor guy was withering).

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{The Husband and new buddy at the Alamo on left, the Tower of Americas on right}

We finished off the day with a beer at air conditioned Hooters (which The Husband pronounces as ‘Ewteurs’). I knew he had to see it to believe it. But honestly, I still don’t think he believes it. 

You know what else is touristy in Texas… a high school football game. All the hoopla, the cheerleaders, the dance team, the crowds. The Husband was in awe that this was all for highschool. I was in awe at how young all the students looked, and how old I felt. Boo. That’s not a fun feeling.