Anyone know where I put my sombrero??

She has hung up her hat.

There are no more parties, no more tequila shots, no more aimlessly walking the streets with a clip on nose mustache. No more whistles and "Mexican" beer. No more fun. 

Le sigh...

But hey, we all have to grow up sooner or later, right??

I think there is a healthy balance that can be maintained. So, like, instead of going out to Mill Avenue and drinking three Z'tejas margaritas ((when they always tell you that you're cut off at two, yeah...ok...wink wink)), then proceeding to embarrass yourself at Dos Gringos by attempting the macarena on the bar, stumbling home and passing out on the tile outside the hall bathroom

 ((because it's so cold, comfortable and close to the toilet)) 

 .... waking up at 4pm to realize you've been sleeping off at least one marg only to get up, call your friends and do something else that is equally disturbing and irresponsible... you maybe have a delicious chop salad with black beans and lime because, well, that's what we do. ((I'll post that recipe later))

  See? That's me. I used to be fun.

But really, I've reformed. My idea of fun is way different. And like hell I'll ask someone to watch my son so I can spend too much money on liquor and then nurse a hangover with a toddler the next day, I save those cards for the times I get to go to the dentist on a Saturday... you know, fun things like that. 

Plus, if you have ever had to deal with a toddler with a hangover, you sure as hell planned the next night of drinking out very carefully before you experienced that hell again.

"Yeah Mom, Dad, I'll pick Nolan up right before his nap. Like five minutes before his nap" And yes, it is because I too would like to sleep. But not before I hit the drive through at In and Out for a grilled cheese and fries I will not share with my son. ((Get your own!!))

Alas, that ship has sailed and it has taken my sombrero (pictured above) with it. I'm still fun, just not THAT fun.

Well....maybe I'll have a margarita.

Scratch that, I'm drinking wine. Always wine.

So anyway, young, old, sober, not, I hope you all enjoy your night celebrating Mexican heritage, commend those fallen at the Battle of Puebla and call an Uber. I'll be driving around the time you've finished your second margarita at Z'tejas and am in no mood to deal with your drunk ass. 

Until next time....