Cue up some Toby Keith; we're talking about those post-shift sips.
I have not had a very predictable career trajectory thus far. My jobs have spanned the spectrum; I've been a summer camp counselor, a bartender, a waitron at a gender neutral hippie diner, a pirate/stuntsperson/improvist/actress, a nanny, an astronaut (okay for theatre but still), a tasting room attendant, a writer, a copywriter, an editor, a copyeditor, an editing consultant, and a BARISTA.
Now I work one or two days a week in a coffeeshop on Abbott Kinney, where we snack on chocolate croissants make latte art. It's a good place to be, whether you're working or not! We have a backyard, the joint welcomes dogs, and there's unlimited coffee. Not to mention THE CELEBRITIES!!! I'm going to be *tHaT gIrL* and brag about the one time Adam Sandler came in, told me to "keep up the good work", and left a $20 tip. Name dropping over.
There is a common theme to working hard; when you're done, or at the end of a very long shift, we typically crave some downtime. At the Renn Faire, there was the post-stage-combat-rehearsal shower beer. Post bartending, we'd concoct ourselves something simple and then plop down in one of the stools and let our elbows rest on the cold wood for some well-deserve downtime. "Drinks after work" tastes like cutoff shorts, the setting sun, a comfy seat, and taking off your bra—all at once.
It's not out of the ordinary to indulge in some drinks after work, whether it's at the local dive bar or on someone's couch. Such an occasion is especially great after rush days when one has to close and is making espresso shot after espresso shot and people are like, "you don't have hemp milk?" (NO I DON'T AND WHY DO YOU WANT IT, IT TAKES LIKE A WHITE GUY'S DREADLOCK??) and ask for things extra hot and then they burn you.
But I digress!! One because I am fortunate and should not complain, and two: my co-workers know how to do it up right. We don't just get drinks after work—we throw PARTIES.
Last week, to celebrate an anniversary, we threw a party in the store's backyard. It almost feels like house/campground, complete with a lawn of astroturf and a firepit. We closed shop to the sound of Beyoncé, the store's energy thick with thirst and enthusiasm. After a hard day of work, few things are as kickass as sitting down with your friends and sharing in some libations. Especially margaritas.
A post-work margarita is more than lime and tequila and salt so thick it looks like a quartz. It's the fucking fountain of youth, the go-go juice that fuels you up for round two and has you singing and dancing even though you just spent seven hours on your feet pouring lattes for start-uppers and yoga teachers. It's when the secrets come out and the flirting goes from zero to four hundred. It's when you go from being co-workers to Crossroads-style BFFs. Like a beer margarita, it's low maintenance, strong, and a wee bit sexy.
What we drank: Beer margaritas
How we made it: Mix one can of Minute Made concentrate limeade with one Mexican beer (TECATE=GOOD), one cup tequila, and one cup water. Rim cups with lime and salt and pour over ice.
What it tasted like: College beach week and a sour apple ring. Easygoing and fun. This drink is your best pal who comes and helps you move on a hot summer day; it doesn't ask much and it's totally willing to help you out despite the fact that he/she is missing DineLA. Because sometimes what's easy IS what's right. We don't want to take tasting notes with our post-work drinks. We just want to laugh.
Where to drink it: After work, duh, but because this drink is so simple it's also ideal for spur-of-the-moment beach trips or when you don't feel like squeezing limes. And if you can sneak it in to a Little Big Town concert, good on ya!
Moral of the story: If you've worked all day, you are more than entitled to say "I deserve a margarita."