A Margarita Tree and an Enclosed Patio Dress
Last night, after a long (LONG) exhausting week and weekend, we had a quick dinner at the Chipotle by our house. We wanted to sit on the patio where it was quieter, the light was nice and it wasn’t frigidly air-conditioned, but we were quickly shooed back inside by an employee.
Once we were seated back inside –
Jonas (6): Why do we have to sit in here? I like it so much better outside.
Jason: It’s because of Mom’s margarita. We’re not allowed to sit outside with it.
Jonas: Mom, can’t you pop a top on that and pop a straw in it and tell them you won’t be able to spill? Then we could go outside. I think you should ask. It’s worth a try.
Me: As much as I’d like to pop a top on it, it’s not about the spilling. It’s about the liquor laws.
Gray (9): What are the ‘liquor laws’?
Me: This restaurant has a license to sell alcohol, but you can’t take it off the premises. And even though there are little tables out front, it’s really just a pretend patio because it’s not enclosed, so it’s not technically part of the restaurant.
Jonas (under his breath): Stupid margarita.
Gray: So you can’t just walk around the streets drinking alcohol?
Me: Some places you can… but not Arizona. Or Mesa, at least.
Jason: You can in Las Vegas, but that’s a weird place.
Gray: You should get your own personal enclosed patio you could bring with you. It would just be a little tiny square of patio fencing you could set up right around you. Then you could have a margarita whenever you want.
Me (giggling): That’s like a really good idea, Gray.
Gray (with a grin because, like his father, he loves to make me laugh): It could be a dress. You need an enclosed patio dress that would let you carry your drink wherever you go.
Me: You really need to invent that.
Gray: I’m totally going to. It will be awesome.
Jonas: What if there was a tree that grew on alcohol? Like you just walked outside and poured margaritas on it and it grew and grew.
Me: I bet it would grow really amazing limes… OK, eat your tacos, you weirdos.