The Coupon

I am never going to Margarita Mondays again!

At least that's what I thought last week when something awkward and embarrassing occurred. I suppose that's nothing new, but it reached a different level. I don't often get entrees as the restaurant because they're rather pricey, but I learned of a 2 for 1 special (plus the purchase of two drinks, which is hardly an imposition) and tried to do a Google search for the coupon. Finding one immediately, I printed it and shared it with Michael Michael. The bartender accepted the coupon and all seemed great.

Later in the evening, my coupon was rejected. Apparently, the new manager who I am not friendly with like I am the other one, thought I made a copy of a real coupon to counterfeit it. And instead of speaking to me, ey yelled at Michael Michael instead who didn't know to deny the accusation while I was oblivious outside. So of course when I find out, I'm humiliated that this place I have been to about 50 times in the past years thinks I would try to cheat them and I wanted to crawl under the table. Could I still show my face? Granted, I'm cheap, but this made me seem far cheaper than necessary. Supported by a couple of friends, I finally worked up the never to go in to explain that I located the coupon online. The manager countered with what the "real" coupon looks like. Glancing at it, I pointed out the fine print on the coupon that gave a website to get more coupons; I was vindicated, sort of, but it still seemed awkward. There was apologizing by both parties for the confusion, but I didn't leave feeling good.

Tradition is tradition, however, and I was hardly going to abandon a weekly good time over a misunderstanding. Though I was apprehensive to show up tonight, it worked out fine, the manager gave me a free margarita with the message "sorry about last week" which is as good as any peace offering I've ever received.

It was just one of many fabulous things about MM. First, our attendance has been up; our group is thriving. About fifteen people, all of whom are enjoyable no less, have come the past two weeks. Second, the complimentary chips were fantastic, better than they've ever been: hot, crispy, and just the right amount of salty. Third, the soundtrack of the evening was unrivaled with the music alternating between Christmas fare and crappy techno remixes. The Christmas music got Allison and I harmonizing again, and we also took the opportunity to start club Margarita Mondays by dancing wildly in the corner during the dance beats.

If I haven't mentioned it enough before, Monday is totally my favorite day of the week, even if it gives me horrible diarrhea every Tuesday.