Stay-cation Log- Day .5

Today starts day one of my 6 day stay-cation. Friday thru next Wednesday I am off from the torture palace(& i only had to use 2 vacation days - ummm I rock)and I am staying here at my happy little beach house for the whole time. Why go away when I live in paradise...well paradise in my mind, the beach in others minds. Plus the kids dog sitting in PA so i can't go home and visit when I have my two beasts anyway.


I have plans people... BIG plans. So many plans I am not sure there are enough days in my stay-cation to accomplish them all, but I will try.


I have beers and margaritas to drink, walls to paint, plants to ... well... plant. I have beaches to lay on and books to read and work for a friend i have to finish. Tv to watch and a pool to hang out in. Seafood to eat, a BBQ I have to master and a drive thru at the new Panera Bread I must use immediately. 


As far as I am concerned, my vacation stated at 8:01 pm last night, when I left the Torture Palace I call work. We'll call Thursday night stay-cation day .5.

STAY-CATION LOG STAR DATE 5-24  DAY .5 - 

Objective - 

PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

With a 12 pack of Corona light, 3 limes, some kick ass 1800 margarita in a bottle, and pineapple juice to mix with my cake vodka, I have effectively managed to channel Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville up in here. I start with a margarita on ice realizing too late that full size corona bottles do not work for Corona-rita's.


Crisis averted, or at least cleaned up, I proceed to the lounge (aka my living room couch) and settle in for some TBS Big Bang Theory  and some new show. I switch to Corona Lights and make it half way thru Jimmy Fallon ... I remember seeing Will Smith at least... and the next thing I know, I wake up on the couch at 6:20am.


I have the sensation of "crap - gotta get up for the torture palace " and than remember AHHHHHHHHHH I am on stay-cation. So I walk the dogs, manage not to fall, and get in bed to sleep the sleep of the wicked until 10:30 am. So far Life is most excellent.


NOTE TO SELF: After consuming 1 Margarita and 2 Corona Lights before passing out on the couch, I must Google the phrase "Party Like a Rock Star" and see if I qualified.

Happy Margarita day or why can't I find a guy like Jimmy Buffett

"If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain."~Jimmy Buffett

Ahhhh a little Buffett always makes it better. So today is Margarita Day. As far as fake holidays go (yeah I'm looking at you Valentines day, and you too groundhog day) I can get on board with this one. I do love me a margarita - on the rocks please, with salt on the rim and a fresh lime on the glass.

Serious refreshment

I am a bit of a puritan about it - no frozen ones for me - they give me brain freeze. Good tequila please, save that bottom shelf rot for a newbie. No flavors either - no strawberry margarita and definitely no peach one. I am not a fan of anything peach in my drink actually.

Now I have to admit, they do give me a bit of agita (yes I am irish and that is an italian slang... deal with it LOL) after a few. Lately, I have become a huge fan of Bethenny Frankel's Skinny Girl Margarita. It's light and real. Excellent tequila, a touch of lime, a drop of triple sec. Pour it over ice, straight from the bottle and enjoy! I Love it! Sometimes I may add a little club soda, cause I like my drinks bubbly, but other then that just a lot of ice and some salt are all I need. And I can drink it and be agita free.

Even the bottle is awesome!

And tequila may not make me take my clothes off, but it sure as hell makes me tell you whatever you want to hear - as long as it's the truth. I have a tendency to lose the little white lie gene when I  drink with my friends "Cuervo & Patron". So if you really want to know if those jeans make your butt look big, or if your boyfriend is right for you then feed me tequila and ask away. My own little "party trick", if you will.

So what does this have to do with Jimmy Buffett you ask? Well I can't drink a margarita without thinking of Jimmy. And then thinking of Jimmy makes me think of his music which then relaxes me and makes me think of ...ahh the beach. And then in my head I am sitting on a beach somewhere, fresh off my shift at that little cantina I own with my latin lover Raoul.  See how I did that? Easy stretch.

So I guess I don't want to find someone like Jimmy as much as I want his soundtrack running thru my life as I run the cantina with Raoul. And it will always be 5 o'clock.