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The Origins of the
Margarita Shack...
or so I was
towed...
MargaritaShack.Com
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“Fill to this line with
Margaritas”
“Some People Claim...that
there’s a Woman to Blame...”
Jimmy Buffett
I’m
not exactly sure that they are not right...realizing at some point along
the way that I had become afflicted with “MARGARITA MADNESS.” I can
vividly recall over the years having more than one conversation with my
old friend Randy at Joe T. Garcia’s, J. Pepe’s, Mercado Juarez and
Esparza’s about building a
MARGARITA SHACK.
Back then of
course, it was only a dream that we shared in the spirit of
Jose Cuervo. Randy would build it and
I would run it. “If you build it, they will come,” we often chuckled &
laughed, like a couple of kids getting away with something we both knew we
shouldn't have. "It would literally be a Margarita Lover's Field of
Dreams,” I cried, while trying to sober up after having blown an opportunity to play BIG League
Baseball a few years prior.
Soon thereafter, as fate would have it, we both would marry (he a "lunatic
fringe"
school teacher and I a "hypochondriac" flight attendant) only to discover
during our obligatory blood testing that he was one eighth Cherokee and I,
one quarter Jose Cuervo.
There was
little doubt then (after "THE TEST"),
that
the
Margaritashack
was MY
CROSS to bear, so to speak. Randy had his own to carry, with a half crazed
schoolteacher on his hands. So it was, then and there, that I "officially
vowed" to begin my sojourn (aka The Soul's Journey) for
“THE WORLD’S
FINEST INSTANT MARGARITA MIX,” in order to ease the pain and suffering
of Sweet-n-Sour Heartburn found in the
majority of margaritas served around the world.
As luck would have it, while I was out screwin' up the aforementioned
opportunity to play Major League Baseball and before I embarked upon my
now infamous journey, I happened to stumble upon a fearless
leader, even though I didn't know it at the time. He first spoke to me on an “album” one night during my college
baseball daze in 1981, while I was partying at a prestigious
Texas
University
with
Bob
“CC”
Beach
and the
infamous Jenny “JB" Bledsoe.
I now take it to heart
when they always say (who is
they?) "that at
the end of the road there is a new beginning."
Well, it all came back to me like Deja Vue all over again, when some of my closest friends
dressed themselves up like "Tacky Tourists" &
literally dragged me out to the old Starplex
Amphitheatre (Smirnoff) in Dallas, Texas to hear this guy named Jimmy Buffett. Of
course the reason I had to be dragged out to the concert was that we had
been partying around the pool all day drinking margaritas, wearing
funny hats & grass skirts, while we were singing some song about
“Wastin Away Again in Margaritaville” ... and well, to
tell you the truth, I have never been the same since.
From then
on, thinly disguised with a pencil thin mustache as a hail damage
roofing consultant, I have traveled thousands of miles and
invested all of my dollars (much to my Mother’s dismay) in my QUEST to
build you the "MargaritaShack” and to find MY "Lost Shaker of
Salt."
This
journey has now literally taken me where no man (nor woman) has gone
before and as a result
thereof, we
are proud to deliver to your doorstep, wherever you may be in this virtual world, what
many have called
“The World’s
Finest Instant Margarita Mix.”
So now, here we are, twenty years later. I'm
relaxing in my favorite hammock, sippin'
MargaritaShack.Com Margaritas,
thinking back
to those first conversations with Randy, the "Field of Dreams" and that
first concert when it hits me like a ton of
bricks...
If you build it...
"THEY WILL COME!"

So wherever YOU are today,
whatever it is that YOU may be DREAMING about
or HOPING for, I offer just one little piece of advice,
“BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH
FOR…IT MAY COME TRUE…”
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