“I wish I was drunk on a beach in Mexico, being fed tacos and margaritas by Antonio, the sexy cabana boy, whose only English consists of ‘you very beautiful senorita’ and ‘another margarita, princesa?’”

Well, I wasn’t on a beach, but there I was in Mexico being served a margarita by a Spanish flame named Alejandro. So, close enough, right?

Tequila hits hard, but Hannah hits harder. After the week that I had, I absolutely needed something stronger than my typical go-to…champagne. (sorry Moet, I still love you with all that I am).

Let me run you through that week…I booked a hotel room, had Southwest fail me (standby is not worth it) and had to buy a ticket. And, in true poor planning fashion, your girl only had enough in her account for one of those two. No worries, I figured it out. In fact, I just got back a few days ago from Memphis, so if there’s a will there’s a way, but I would never recommend playing with your bank like that!

With my Spicy Apple Margarita in hand and my girlfriend next to me, we vented and laughed. I’m so thankful for little moments with friends and happy hour. It makes every day of living in this odd city more bearable.

So, tequila mockingbird or two…I’ll eat with you soon!

Thank you again to the EPCOT Food and Wine Festival for letting us in on all the fun! As always, all opinions are my own.