October 2010

"Cheers" for Sangria!

This past summer, I took a small mini vacation for a few days in California. It was near dinner time and I went for a grocery run for a band that I was staying at in the recording studio. I drove a band member’s smart car to head down to the local Whole Foods market just about a few minutes away from the studio. I had a list of food items dialed onto my cell phone just in case I forgot something. It was about 7 p.m. in the evening, so traffic was actually not too bad. I was actually making dinner that night for some band members. They specifically wanted ravioli and bread for dinner. As I was going down the list of food items on my phone, I passed by the wine aisle. I do not drink wine, but happened to be glancing around. I noticed some Sangria alcoholic beverages lying nearby. It had a very interesting design to the bottle, so I decided to put a couple large Sangria bottles into my shopping cart. I was making my last stop for cold tea drinks at the store and headed out to the check out stand. As I drove my way back to the band’s studio, I was thinking about the bottles of Sangria I just purchased. Since I was staying in California for a few days, I wanted to have a good time. I decided I wanted to have some drinks tonight with the band mates over ravioli and Sangria.

My “Peach Margarita” Experience

           I had plans to see a very good friend of mine for a night of fun on a Saturday evening. My friend text me Saturday afternoon asking what I was up to that day and I replied saying nothing much really. I asked her the same question back. My friend said she just got off of work and was home alone. I was thinking it would be a wonderful idea to drive over to her house and see her. I could sense something was not feeling right since she told me she was home alone. I instantly was thinking, “boyfriend break-up,” probably. I told my friend I was running a couple errands and wondered if I could stop by to see her. She replied back saying it was a terrific idea. As I was nearing close to finishing up my errands, I drove to her house in kind of bad traffic on a Saturday evening.

            As I neared my friend’s house, I gave her a call that I was at her house since no one was at home. She was at a nearby restaurant with a friend for dinner and said she will be on her way shortly. I was really excited to see her since I haven’t seen my friend for awhile. As my friend pulled up to the driveway with her friend, she came out of the car looking like a hot “mamacita” all dolled up and glam for the night. After her friend left, we talked about going to a casino that night. I was feeling hungry so I asked her if she wanted to get some food before the casino night. My friend said she already ate, but would love to have a drink with me at the restaurant.