Hora De Feliz
I miss Happy Hour. First, I live in a dry county. Second, I live in the middle of nowhere. Third, school lets out at 3:00 PM which is probably a little early even if all of the other obstacles were overcome. I am not a booze hound, but there is something magically restorative about getting together with your friends and colleagues after a long week at work and sharing in laughter, conversation, tasty appetizers, and blue agave that has fermented and then been accented with lime. I think spending most of my adult life in a city like San Antonio increased my love for Happy Hour. San Antonio is a festive, fun loving city. They take a week in April just to have a party. A Fiesta for the sake of fiesta. They celebrate everything–Rodeo, the Spurs making the playoffs, the Alamo, art, veterans, whales–everything. And what better way to celebrate than Happy Hour.