After I get off work at 4:00pm, I want a margarita. Music week is just beginning, so we stroll the streets rather than racing from one event to another (which we’ll be doing for the next few days).
“The one and only” Matt Smith finds a listing online for free margaritas and appetizers very near on West 6th, so we go.
We arrive at Ranch 616, and a waitress with glazed eyes greets us saying, “Are you here for the Kitchen sisters?” We say yes. “Let me get you some margaritas,” she replies.
The patio holds no more than 40 people, and none of them are under the age of 50. We take the only open table, and the cracked out waitress floats over and plants frozen mango margaritas in front of us after calling us “two beauties.”
Soon plates of food start floating around-- shrimp shish kabobs, grilled goat meat, feta taquitos, fried oysters... Pretty much heaven. We ravage the platters every time they come by, grabbing sloppy handfuls of free goodness.
A few people our age show up and ask to join our table since everyone else looks like our grandparents. We inhale margaritas and almost get kicked out because one of our new friends is belligerent.
We never have less than two drinks in front of us, and after we leave, none of our friends can catch up with our level of drunk at 7:00pm.
Miss you, SXSW.
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was this tuesday night before i saw you??? u know, when u were barely able to speak and just ramble words that a very bad spoken mexican could barely understand???
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