I finally tried the blueberry and pineapple margarita at Chili’s. I have to admit that out of all the margaritas I’ve tried this is by far one of my favorite ones. And this is not just because I love tequila, blueberries, and pineapple. Oh no sir. The fruit is actually soaked overnight for 48 hours in the tequila. That’s right. It’s like a little shot in your mouth every time you pop a blueberry. The first amount were not that strong. I have a feeling they did not get those blueberries from the correct area. But the second drink. Little shot of Patron in your mouth! While there were an abundance of blueberries in my drink, I can honestly say I did not eat all of them like I typically do with the fruit in a sangria. That isn’t as bad though. Wine soaked fruit is not as bad as tequila soaked fruit. And while most people would not admit their craziness afterward, I will.
Me: OH! WE SHOULD GO LOOK AT THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AGAIN.
Dad: You do realize Christmas is over right?
Me: My Kindle says it’s not.
Me: Today at work it kept trying to play Christmas songs because I didn’t pick just one person. I let ’em all play!
Dad: How many Christmas songs did it play?
Me: There were like three in a row at one point.
At this point I realize that my dad has gotten over two lanes of highway so I can see the best Christmas house ever. Let me just say that it is like Christmas threw up in this person’s yard and it’s glorious. GLORIOUS.
Me: YES!!!!!!! You know you could have gotten over earlier so I shut up about it.
Dad: There was a car coming.
Me: Not when I originally asked…..
Dad: Lord have mercy. No more tequila blueberries for you.
Me: OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE, OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE, HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR LIGHTS.
Dad: I don’t see a house with lights yet.
Me: I’m preparing for the house when I get there….
Dad: Uh huh….
Me: OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE….YOU DON’T DESERVE THE WHOLE SONG…PRETTY BUT NO.
Me: OH…OH I CAN SEE IT FROM THE ROAD.
I actually start clapping and by this point my dad is laughing at me because there’s not much else he can do at my tequila infused insanity.
Me: OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE, OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE! HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR LIGHTS. OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE, OH CHRISTMAS HOUSE…HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR LIGHTS!!!!
Soon after we pass the first Christmas house, because there’s two, one is not as Clark Griswoldy, but close.
Me: ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME TO SEE THE SECOND ONE?!?!
Dad: Yes…yes I am.
Me: There are more lights on this street. They knew how to do it right. I will sing to their street.
Dad: I’d rather you not….
Me: OH CHRISTMAS HOUSES, OH CHRISTMAS HOUSES!!!
I feel that my dad is immediately regretting his decision to take me to see the other house, where I begin to ramble on about their decorations.
Me: Hi, Snoopy. Hi, frog. Hi, castle. You know I’m a princess…I should live in a castle.
Dad: And we’re done.
You might think he would have been frustrated with me at this time but no, he was laughing because my dad knows how to appreciate my tequila infused blueberries. Hmpf. Of course the insanity might have continued once I got home.
Me: OH GOD!
Me: I DIDN’T BAKE THE BROWNIES.
Dad: Why do you need to bake brownies?
Me: For my hair stylist! I wanted to make her something for Christmas…..ah man.
Dad: Well this should be interesting.
And let me tell you that it was. First I had to find the bowl that I didn’t think was washed but was clearly on top of the freezer. Though I feel that is not my fault because I’m only 5’3″ and in a blueberry tequila stupor. Gah. Then I manage to put in all the ingredients. I didn’t trust myself with the eggs though so I asked my father if he would get the eggs for me. I managed to get those in bowl too. No egg shell or anything. I’m doing well until I can’t find the pan to cook in. The square 9×9 pan.
Me: I can’t find the pan. Do you know where the little square pan is?
Dad: It should be under the stove or in the drawer there Michelle.
Me: It’s not. I cannot find it. It looks like this but is smaller. I proceed to pull out a huge pan.
Dad: Why don’t you bake in that?
Me: It is hard enough to drink without using a bigger pan that I need! Because they won’t turn out right in this pan. I need the little pan. Will you help me come find the small pan? Pllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase.
Dad: Harder to bake.
My dad humors my special butt and of course comes to help me find the small pan. He manages to find it in seconds. And I do mean seconds. I purse my lips as I look at him and shrug.
Me: If it has been a snake it would have bitten me.
Dad: Yeah, it would have! Are you sure you should be baking?
Me: YES, KATIE DESERVES MY BROWNIES!
And she does! She is one of the best hair stylists ever so there’s that! Plus, I feel on a final note that I should say that I have never played better games of Tetris than I did while on the tequila blueberries. Maybe that is the key to making all those pieces fit together. Hmmm.