Saturday afternoon, we decide to stay home and enjoy the pool by ourselves. No one to entertain. No cooking to be done. Nothing. Just My Love and I floating in the pool.
I'm completely relaxed. I need nothing.
But she does, "You know what would be good? One of your famous margaritas!"
I keep floating, hoping that she'll dart into the house and make us one. No such luck. She keeps on with the, "You make them so much better than I do," crap.
In the house, I gather up the liquors and think, "I don't wanna get back up. I'll just make us a couple of doubles."
I'm a lightweight and I have absolutely no control when it comes to this margarita. None. I drink 'em like water and then slur my words the rest of the afternoon.
I vaguely recall laughing while My Love spins me around the pool in circles on my float. Oddly, I love that spinning feeling and damn if a double spin (one on the float and one in my head) isn't the best feeling ever!
Feeling tired and hungry, I head in to take a shower. Apparently, she came upstairs and I mentioned something about the fact that no one has ever shaved me.
Sad, isn't it. Poor, poor me.
Icy cold water in a bowl. A very sharp razor. Shaving gel that smelled like Watermelon Now & Later candy. One thick, fluffy towel. And me lying on the bed being very, very still.
That was the closest shave I've ever had and of course, one thing led to another!
Here's the recipe. Now, what would *you* call this margarita?
Real Live Lesbian Margarita
1 oz. Patron Tequila
1.5 oz. Cointreau or Triple Sec
1 lime, squeeze it
Himala Salt: my favorite salt in the whole wide world
Chill your glass (if you have any forethought whatsoever) and fill with ice.
Generously measure the Tequila and Cointreau over the ice.
Squeeze the hell out of a lime.
Gently swirl all together.
Then top with just the tiniest sprinkling of Himala Salt ( they have no idea who I am, I just love their salt.)