I Love Lushy Lulu? Ricardo Does....

On Thursday nights around these parts, there’s a group of women that meet at the local Mexican Cantina.  Yep.  It’s the Margarita Mamas, of which I am a part.  We’re an unlikely collection of mothers, friends.  We found each other by way of children and organizations.  We seem to keep each other by way of laughter and tequila.  Of course, Ricardo will have it no other way as this means he gets the last laugh, not to mention the tips galore!  And oh how this man can schmooze!  And I don’t think he understands much English so it’s all a fantasy anyway…which falls right into my romance loving soul…the fantasy that is, not Ricardo.  Ha!  He reminds me of Ricky, come to think of it.  Ricky Ricardo…?  Oh…okay...I could be a Lucy-type, maybe…?  I certainly get myself into enough trouble.  RWA 2012, Exhibit One.  

Which brings us to the nicknames.  I am of course, Lushy Lulu.  Why?  Is it the Lucy tie-in?  Perhaps my Evanovichian sense of humor gone south?  I’m not sure.  Southern Belle threw it out there and it stuck.  It’s probably the margaritas.  Sigh.   Southern Belle is obviously so southern that there could be no other name for her.  I mean, geeze!  The woman won’t even pump her own gas!  Yet she can probably cook a batch of cookies and be ready for cocktails in five without batting an eye.  I have no doubt she has a hoop-skirt hidden deep inside her closets somewhere.  Then there’s Twinkle Toes.  She likes to dance, of course.  No.  You don’t seem to understand.  This woman will dance anywhere, anyhow, anyway.  Especially if there are silver thigh high boots involved.  (And no this does NOT mean you can wear them tonight, Twinkle Toes!)  I once saw her dance with a door jamb.  Seriously!  I’m not lying.  And it was the first time I ever met her.  She kinda scared me and put me in awe all at the same time!   And last, there’s Damn Yankee who, try as she might, will never quite get the fact that y’all has a silent "W" in it, and we don’t blurt out the “F” word in public where people can actually hear us!  Okay.  Well Southern Belle doesn’t, anyway.   The rest of us just don’t give a rat’s ass.  

So what do you do with a group of women like this?  Well, I had to ask myself.  Because frankly, I never had a group of girlfriends like this before.  They’re unique and beautiful and wacky and I love each and every one of them dearly.  But I’m gonna warn ya…you pull out a trivia game and these women will turn into vicious competitors that will take down your most innocent high school boys and be proud to do so in public.  Why yes.  We did do that.  The boys called themselves the Tigers.  And we got free margaritas for doing it, too.  Thankfully, we had the foresight to name ourselves the Margarita Mamas and not the Margarita Cougars!  :D  

Do you have any crazy friends like this that fit no predefined mold in your life?  What’s your favorite margarita flavor?  Do you pump your own gas? How do youz guyz feel about silver thigh high boots?