re: #533 thedopefishlives

Isn’t Margaritaville a suburb of Washington, D.C.?///

I remember we went to the Margaritaville restaurant in New Orleans while on vacation one year. They have a drink on the menu that’s supposedly the margarita that the song was written about, and I ordered one.

The waitress said ‘Ugh, I hate bringing those to the table. The fumes make me nauseous.’

‘Fumes?’, I thought. But hey, vacation, what the hell. And sure enough, when she delivered the drink I could smell it coming from three booths away. Three different tequilas in a ridiculously oversized glass.

I drank half of it, and my poor wife had to load my drunk ass into a cab to make the three blocks back to the hotel. Good times.