At Saloon, on the Ped Mall in downtown Iowa City, there's a margarita with my name on it. That margarita is salty and seductive, and it calls to me. I'd call back. But I'm continuing to keep my voice at a respectful level.

In fewer than 8 hours, I'll be sitting with my drink in hand, winding down after a truly forgettable week. They call it Happy Hour for a reason.

Wanna join us? 5 p.m. today.


(Someone reminded me that National Margarita Day is in February. I think we should definitely revisit this conversation in a few weeks...)

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