Pink Lemonade

It was Angela's farewell party. We got together at Mad Mex, a local pub, to (to put it in Angela's words) celebrate her leaving the country! As I don't drink, I was a bit hesitant at first, thinking that I'd be the odd one out. Angela re-assured me that it'll be fine and that I could just have water or something like that.

We didn't order much food. We were content with drinks, chips 'n dips. There were all sorts of drinks on the menu, a "Big Azz" margarita, Pink Lemonades and what not. Intrigued by the name, I ordered the Pink Lemonade, wondering how they made it. Out of curiosity, I even asked the waitress about it's contents. She just gave me a dazzling smile and replied that she didn't know how it was made either. The taste was, mmm... for lack of a better word, 'unique'. It had the taste of regular lemonade along with something I couldn't place. No matter how much I tried, I was unable to figure it out. So, I promptly stopped trying and began to enjoy my drink.

The waitress was apparently not impressed with our orders and tried her best to stay away from our table. There were 7 of us and consequently, the chips began to vanish quite quickly. And, as the waitress was no where to be seen, we had to send for her to get us some more chips. She was not too happy to do this as the chips come free of cost... :D. Some of us finally ordered actual food like the "House Salad" and the like which bought a semblance of smile on her face.

After many interesting stories and jokes, I called it quits as I had told my friends that I'd come for a game of badminton later that day. So after paying my bill, giving a hug to Angela and promising that I'll write often (which I intend to), I left Mad Mex (possibly for the last time) and headed off to the RPAC.