Jimmy Buffet once sang, “Don’t know the reason, stayed here all season.” I know why, Jimmy: margaritas … summertime and margaritas.
Summer ends in three days, which is fine because then we get football and sweaters and pumpkin-spiced everything. If you had asked me a month ago, I would have said, “Good riddance, heat!” Now, I’m mourning the end of fruity cocktail season. I guess the grass is always greener.
I thought it was only appropriate that for my “last hurrah,” I drink a margarita or several.