National Margarita Day – Cheers!

It’s Friday and it’s National Margarita Day! Life can’t get any better on another cold, dreary day in February here in the Northeast. So to honor my favorite libation, I give to you the history of its origin (thanks to Wikipedia) and a few funny, margarita-induced moments.

There is no solid proof who “invented” the Margarita. The most accepted of all stories is that the Margarita was invented in October 1941, at Hussong’s Cantina in Ensenada, Mexico, by bartender Don Carlos Orozco. One slow afternoon, Don Carlos was experimenting with mixing new drinks when a prestigious visitor arrived: Margarita Henkel, the daughter of a German ambassador, who lived with her husband Roy Parodi near the city in Rancho Hamilton. Don Carlos offered the drink to Margarita, and named it after her for being the first person to taste it.

I love all kinds of margaritas including frozen, cowboy, Austin’s Mexican martini and especially my Dad’s infamous recipe. Recently I learned it’s not so secret and it’s on the back of the Rose’s lime juice bottle. [insert fail sound – wah wah wah].

When thinking back to many afternoons/evenings drinking margaritas, I came up with three memories that add to my love of this drink:

1. We grew up camping. It was how we vacationed. My Dad even brought customers to the camp site for dinner. For my college graduation, we scheduled a camping trip at a KAO (great camp grounds) by Bush Gardens. We weren’t entirely roughing it since we had an outlet and two cabins on the camp site. Sitting around the fire, my Dad was blending margaritas, playing music too loud and entertaining us all. The night ended with us throwing my brother-in-law into the pond and running back to the girl’s cabin. Very uneventful until the next morning when Tom woke up naked on the top bunk with my parents below him and then there was the small issue of the note on our door that we would be kicked out of the campground if we didn’t settle down.

2. Say what? You have never been to Copabanana? Add it to your bucket list. This is my go-to celebratory bar in Philly. New job, new boyfriend, breaking up with said boyfriend, completing marathons, reuniting with old friends, etc. Just don’t forget to order a batch of Spanish fries with cheese! The number one moment was on a Sunday afternoon when a lady in a long peasant skirt was being seated right by us. She missed the chair, fell to the floor, stood up but unknowingly was stepping on her skirt which immediately fell to her ankles revealing her very large, granny underpants. The shame of it all? She left without having a margarita.

3. Years ago, I arrive on a Friday to pick up Charlie at day care when the woman asked if we were having margaritas and Mexican tonight. Apparently Charlie raised his cup of milk at lunch, said cheers and announced it was margarita night at his house. Too bad Evy didn’t own her “Mommy drinks because I am bad” shirt at the time.

Tip of the week: Enjoy a margarita! Here are a few mixer ideas: http://www.azuniatequila.com/

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About alisonguzzio

A marketing and public relations veteran, Alison Guzzio has directed projects for a range of high-tech, pharmaceutical, security, ecommerce, manufacturing, chemical, global trade and broadband companies. Strengths include positioning companies to maximize visibility among key stakeholders such as media, investors, channel partners and customers. Alison has a strong understanding of business objectives and she effectively translates this into results for her clients. In addition to her experience managing the demands on emerging companies, Alison is skilled in taking products from conception to roll-out, developing creative marketing plans, generating media coverage along the entire product lifecycle and leading brand awareness campaigns during critical growth stages.
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