The other evening my husband & I were out at one of our local watering holes, I ordered a virgin margarita and he ordered a regular. The drinks came to the table, I took one sip and declared it the best virgin marg I’d ever tasted — I mean this was unimaginably good — my cheeks were half off the seat and en route to the bar (this, my friends, was a secret I needed to know about) when we realized it was a little too good to be true; the server had mistakenly given my husband the alcohol-free margarita.
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