You know that margarita season has officially arrived when you wake up to find a family of flamingos on the front lawn.
It's traditional. It is extra nice to find them not buried up to their necks in snow, as the result of what Midwesterners like to call a "late season snow" but which really just means "snow again."
Midwesterners, unlike flamingos, have learned to keep their weather-related expectations very low. They are, however, pretty goddamn finicky about the margaritas.
from the tequila archives: This week in Margaritas