Last night I had my first tequila experience. (That kind of makes it sound like I tied one on but I didn’t.  Really.)  I took my husband out for a date to one of our local restaurants (The Mule – tacos, tequila, and bourbon).  Seeing as they mention tequila right up there with the restaurant’s name, I figured I would live large and try a margarita (margarita is my favourite Jelly Belly flavour).  It is probably a good thing I didn’t discover tequila in my misspent youth, when if one drink became two drinks, more than two drinks became many (the journey of trial and lots and lots and lots and even more error). This margarita wasn’t one of those overly sweet slushy concoctions.  It was sour, salty, tequila-y, and had a cute half sized bottle of Corona perched upside down in it.  The second taste said order me up another.  I didn’t, I was already getting terribly chatty after just one.  I am thinking this might be a margarita Christmas.