I have started to notice, and it is something that may have been going on for some time, but I caught two dudes doing it this weekend. On Friday, we had dinner with our friends. We’re married, they’re married… we have kids, they have kids… so we figure we can go ruin people’s dining experience together. Yes, I am fully aware that the fact that I have kids ruins dinner. Kids are loud, the spill, they throw stuff, but what are you going to do? In fact, Cason and their daughter decided to get down and start dancing together.
That’s not what this is about. This is about the skinny girl margarita epidemic that is taking over the guy world. The problem: its called “skinny girl margarita”. No dude wants to order something that has “skinny girl” in the name. It’s awkward. I noticed that my buddy, who was sitting across the table from me, whispered it into the waiter’s ear. When the drink came, I had no idea what it was. It was in a tall glass, and it looked like lemonade. So I asked him what it was, and he said it was a margarita. His wife cut in and said, “skinny girl margarita.” He looked so embarrassed, so I gave him the “duuuuude” look.
Next day, we went to a lunch with some other friends. I have known the guy in this couple for a long time, so we are comfortable around each other. The waiter came over to ask what we wanted to drink, and that dang drink popped up again! My buddy ordered a “skinny margarita”. Notice how he left the word “girl” out? Well done, sir. But, he asked the waiter if he could dress it up and make it look like a real margarita. Why did he do this? Because two of our friends were running late, and they would make fun of him the whole time. I need to come up with the “skinny dude” line of stuff: “Skinny Beer”, “Skinny Whiskey on the Rocks… and whatever other stuff dudes drink.
In other great news, we took Cason to the Six Flags, because they opened up a Bugs Bunny Boom Town, for the little kids. They had rides for kids around 4 years old… or 2-year-old monsters, like Cason. He rode his first roller coaster, and he LOVED IT! I have a little daredevil in my hands! I guess I already knew that… since he did jump from the top of the stairs when he started walking. Dont worry, it was only two small steps that lead into our family room.