As part of our being older parents, we try to make sure that dual-income parenthood does not bring about a premature death to adult socialization. We like to spend time with other humans who can tie their shoes, wipe their own nose and don’t necessarily cry when they don’t get their way. Often this means we must socialize with people we don’t work with.
However, with a disproportionate share of the voting going to the junior member of the household and a limited number of hours in the weekend, we often have to find ways to kill two or more birds with one stone. That’s how we ended up inviting 17 children under 8 years old and 22 adults to our house for a BBQ.
Of course it rained like hell.
We inadvertently begged it to rain. Ours is not a house well suited to very large gatherings of people. The yard, however, lends itself nicely to group gatherings and that’s what lulled us into a party that had “good weather” as a critical element for its success. We basically gave Mother Nature the middle finger and said “I dare you to rain”. Anyone else remember the old margarine commercials that had the tag line “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature!”? Turns out they weren’t kidding. She’s a feisty old broad when provoked.
OK, so it wasn’t one of our brightest moves. But we pulled it off in the end. We’re not sure what kept the momentum for the party going in the face of rain, hail and lightning, but it was most likely some combination of a) other parents wanting to bond at the end of a three-day weekend, b) the unmet need of the kids to have the mass play date that had been promised, and c) the Margaritas. Quite probably the promise of one or more Margaritas ensured that the BBQ came to be.
The weather winnowed the crowd so that we more easily fit into the house. The DVD player was pressed in action after the kids started to become bored and before they reenacted scenes from Lord of the Flies which, as every parent knows, ends with a combination of name-calling, tears and blood.
With the kids only making periodic appearances upstairs, the Margs flowed. There was a water-based downpour outside, and a tequila-based one inside. And these Margs are smooooth, not bitter. No cheap margarita mix in these babies.
A great time was had by all. Turns out one pissed off Mother Nature can only dampen (literally in fact) the parental desire to bond with other parents.
If you want to impress yourself and your friends with a great Margarita, here’s the recipe we use:
- Fresh squeezed lime juice (an electric juicer is great for this)
- High quality Tequila (If it costs less than your morning Starbucks, it’s not good enough)
- Simple Syrup(aka: Rock Candy Syrup, or sugar water)
- Orange liqueur (Cointreau or Patron’s new Orange liqueur work well – skip the Triple Sec!)
Mix equal parts of all four ingredients in a large container and serve over ice in a salt-rimmed glass. Sit back and enjoy!
A note on the juicer: Yes we have one. We are one of the many families who succumbed to the notion that they would eat healthier, look better and stop aging altogether if only they ate the liquid discharge of a juicer. Garbage disposals are cheaper and give you enough of the end result to be a compelling option. And when you get tired of beet-carrot-spinach drinks (in 3 days max) the disposal has a purpose that won’t draw the scorn of your friends. That is until you break out the juicer and pump those smug friends full of Margaritas. Then suddenly you are brilliant for having a juicer. Here’s our favorite: Omega The Original Juicer -1000