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EPISODE 2: SEA DOGS

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Ok, so is Sea Dogs in St. Pete Beach, is it on Treasure Island, or is it somewhere in between?? Yes!!! This is a two part post, because we ended up at Sea Dogs twice.  The first time, I was back from a NYC trip and feeling a little lazy, laggy and boring- Kathy, knowing just how to fix that, invited me to lunch and off we went.  We sat at the bar upstairs, facing the water, and marveled at what a beautiful day it was (as long as we were in the shade, under a fan, with a cold drink). I hate to admit it, but we completely forgot about our margarita thing that day and had some other libation, served by an extremely charming young man with a broken foot and a pony tail (a description really not doing him any justice; he was also tall, dark, and handsome, but that's boring).  We shared a delicious steak salad (which was split for us!  Classy!) and immensely enjoyed the company of the bartender, as well as two adorable ladies sitting at the bar with us.  These two ladies were

EPISODE 3: THE DRUNKEN CLAM

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Sometimes, you wanna go to a place with a name like the Saucy Mermaid, or the Crusty Barnacle...or, the Drunken Clam. Kathy C. and I can be fancy, but we don't want to.  So we go to places like the Drunken Clam, the ultimate St. Pete Beach dive bar, which happens to share its name with the watering hole in the cartoon Family Guy.  On a hot, humid, armpit of a day, we waltzed into the Drunken Clam seeking fried food and libations.  The air conditioning was cranking full blast, and the windows were pleasantly small enough that we weren't being pummeled by the aggressive sunshine outside.   One thing about me and Kathy, we don't go out to lunch aiming to get crunk.  We go with the goal of eating food, and potentially getting crunk.  There is a difference. Today, true to form, we ordered some fried-ass foods, as well as two margaritas, which I think were included in the happy hour specials. Now this was a little while ago, so my vagueness of memory could be

EPISODE 4: SEA CRITTERS

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*Full disclosure, I'm writing this post about two months after we actually went to Sea Critters.  Also, I puked that day.  So some details may be a bit hazy.* Other than "Crabby Bill's", Sea Critters might be my favorite restaurant name ever.  I mean, if you went there on a blind date, you could so easily get the conversation going by asking your new friend, "If you were a sea critter, what would you be, and why?"  So even though Kathy and I were not on a date, I asked her that very question!  At first she said, "A crab, because I like to eat them."  Well, I rejected that answer and therefore she revised it to a mermaid, which I thought was much more fitting.   My answer was, a seahorse.  The sea critter version of Kathy has beautiful hair, a siren's voice, and seduces men with her very presence.  I float around latching myself onto the nearest seaweed stalk.  But I'm cute and people like me. Sea Critters offers outside dining

EPISODE 1: THE WHARF

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Ok so the Wharf in Pass-A-Grille is where this all began.  Kathy drove me a doctor's appointment for my foot, and I offered to take her to lunch to say thanks.  Since we were in a semi-hurry, and we both live nearby-ish, we decided on the Wharf, and sat down at the bar facing the intracoastal to watch the dead fish float by (the forsaken red tide was still in full effect). Our lovely bartender whipped up a couple margaritas which we eagerly sucked down in the heat of the afternoon.  Now, the Wharf is an un-assuming place.  One might expect un-assuming margaritas at such a place.  WRONG. BUT- you know how it is with tequila, one minute you're sober, the next you're talking at the speed of an auctioneer, and the next, you're crunk.  So in the 'auctioneer' zone, we ordered another round.  It's all somewhat of a haze after the second round, but sometime before we stumbled out of the bar, blinking into the bright sunlight, we came up with the idea of do

INTRODUCTIONS!

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Ahoy readers, welcome to the St. Pete Beach Margarita Blog!  Heather left, Kathy right Let's start with introductions.  I'm Heather, I'll be the 'voice' of the blog, only because Kathy C. ain't got no time for computers!  I drove here to Florida from the San Francisco Bay Area, and basically entered early retirement the moment I set foot in St. Pete Beach.  My husband has, for the time being, graciously given me free rein to hang out with Kathy C. and drink margaritas, as long as the basic needs of the household are being met (whatever that means!)  This being somewhat of a temporary arrangement, I'm on a mission to drink many margaritas, prior to returning to reality and getting a job. My comrade, Kathy C., is living her best life here in St. Pete Beach after becoming a full-time resident a few years ago.  Kathy is the perfect partner in margarita drinking for many reasons, not the least of which being that this woman brings the party.  People c

EPISODE 5: BONGO'S

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OK so I cheated on Kathy and had a margarita (or so) at Bongo's the other night.  She's cool like that though, and... well, I don't think she gives a shit, because there is no margarita quota! Oh Bongo's...there are so many things RIGHT about Bongo's.  The backdrop being the primary draw, I mean you're sitting in sand!  The sunset happens right in front of you, and if you're lucky, you don't even have to inhale cigarette smoke wafting from one of the tables next to you.  The musicians are so smooth, you don't even realize they are real, live human beings.  The food is totally eatable, and the margaritas... LET ME TELL YOU. The First Round - cups of tequila disguised as margaritas My husband, his friend and I rolled up to one of the Bongo's bars on a Friday night, where three seats just happened to magically open up, like clouds parting and guiding us towards an oracle of a bartender. At first he seemed like he might be kind of a dick, but