St. Pete Beach Margaritas!

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

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

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