Last night, a good friend (possibly one of the few people out here that I can consider both a friend and good) and I had a chick date. We did what probably millions of broads did over the past few days - drinks, then the Sex and the City movie. Don't start.
Regardless, we hit one of our old stomping grounds, a place actually I worked in the summer of '02 (or was it 2001?). we figured we'd get a bite and some drinks and catch the movie. It was nice to sit on a patio, munch on some guacamole and pound some margaritas. The guacamole wasn't anything great, and either were the margaritas. However, drinks are drinks, and the company was great.
Well, after we waited what seemed like HOURS for our check ... it came. The check totalled over $100 for 2 pitchers of margaritas and some guacamole. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. I mean, shit, for a great margarita (im talkin' cointreau, herradura silver, fresh squeezed lime -the whole deal) i'd probably be fine with paying close to $20 for it. The margaritas in question were the McDonalds of margaritas.
Welcome to the Hamptons, motherfuckers.
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