3G's for lunch...
3 G's for lunch! (Tres Generaciones tequila) In other words... margaritas baby! Tired of a week filled with annual and quarterly tax returns, W2's and 1099's (it's my job to prepare all of those) I called up my girlfriend and said: "Babe, let's do lunch." She replied with: "Fantiago's?" Her code name for Santiago's a local mexican restaurant that we have frequented for the past 10 years. We hang up the phone, and I now have 3 G's to look forward to for lunch. The good thing about being a regular customer for 10 years is that when you walk in the door and sit down... you only have to wait about 4 minutes (the amount of time it takes to make a 3G's margarita on the rocks) before you have a refreshing 3G's margarita on the rocks sitting in front of you. Ordering one is not necessary the waiters all know you and know what you drink. I immediately pick it up, smile, lick salt off the side of the glass and take a big drink. Work and tax crap have now disappeared from my mind. I sit and listen to gossip about 'the cow' the 'lying jerk', 'feo' (that's spanish for ugly) and the 'geek', these are all men in my girlfriend's life. I add in some gossip of my own. Tell her I like her hair. We eat flautas and she gets buzzed. She drinks two margaritas to my one plus an extra shot of 3G's. And the lunch hour flies by much too quickly...  posted by Matildakay at 1:28 PM