Margarita Grande

This is how Eric looks on the evening of his last day of classes after a workshop — in his favorite cap, sitting back in his chair all relaxed and with an extra big smile.
Here, he’s extra giddy because one of his students, Nova Grande (she has the coolest name ever!) from the Georgia Basketry Convention, slipped me some money to buy him a drink. So without him knowing, I pretended to go to the ladies room and had the waiter deliver him a Margarita on the rocks, with no salt of course (me, I like my rims salted, but not Mr. Basketmaker). He was happily surprised and tipped his glass up and said “Here’s to Nova Grande!”

6 thoughts on “Margarita Grande”

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  2. I bet that margarita was very well deserved, right? And probably was the only thing that sustained his body after ALL THAT HARD WORK in class, too. Yea, Lynne, you go girl! What a slave to your man you are, and where would he be without you–sober! Bummer…

    P.S. I can’t decide whether the margarita or wine coolers are my favorites, it’s neck and neck.

    1. Thanks Cathryn, a.k.a. the wickerwoman.com! I’m really not a slave to my man but I’ll let him know that’s how others see me! Wine coolers are a little too sweet for me. I’m more of a Jack and Coke kind of girl.

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