Boracha!

So, this is a quick one, but I felt like I needed to share it. I walked home the other night to find Margarita in an incredibly good mood. She was smiling and laughing and clapping and giving kisses....and smelling like beer. Obviously she wasn't in much of a mood to cook, so we went down to her favorite bar for tapas--but all she really cared to order was more beer for her and for us.
Eventually we were hungry and tried to order ourselves, but they didn't have ingredients for the only kind of tapa that we knew we liked. We tried to get Margarita to order for us, but by then she was useless. We finally just told her we were ready to go home--and it took two of us to help her walk back. But, being the sweet lady that she is, she still wanted to cook for us. We decided that wasn't a good idea, and, after telling her we weren't hungry, went out for Chinese food.