The weekend after Independence Day I had the most excellent good fortune to spend a couple nights visiting a friend from my school days who lives down I-95 from me. Oh, we did all the socially-distant/responsible things that people have taken on these days, but what fun it was to see her again and catch up in person after what we reckoned had been a twenty-year lull.

On night two, her partner’s buddy came round to make a foursome for dinner (at a large, socially-distant proportioned dining table). Well, of course those two guys brought out their guitars after dessert and suddenly it was music night.

Here’s the equation you may or may not have already calculated:
2 margaritas pre-dinner + 2 proseccos during dinner + a couple songs I knew = get ready, ’cause Caro’s gonna sing along.

I’m seriously thinking about traveling with a tambourine if I ever leave my own house again. Maybe I’ll put that on my Christmas list. Anyway, here is an ode to my old and new friends and that memorable evening.

The Margarita Well

The margarita well ain’t no place to hide
‘Cause the margarita well exposes what’s inside
It’s never-ending deep
And your echoes it will keep
So be careful when you’re singing in the margarita well

The margarita well don’t offer redemption
‘Cause the margarita well lies on the other side of mention
It will always find the truth
‘Cause it’s cunning and uncouth
Best be careful when you’re singing in the margarita well

If you’re looking for forgiveness
If you’re looking for a life
If you’re hoping for another way
To sharpen the edge of your knife
When you speak into the well
Whisper or scream
It’s resounding won’t quell
The noise on the edge of your dream

The margarita well won’t always know your voice
You know, the margarita well can be a lonesome choice
It can’t get your number
And it can’t steal your slumber
If you’ve been careful not to go singing in the margarita well