Letter from Colorado

Last night in bed after an evening out with Wendy, I wrote a really entertaining margarita-infused blog post in my head. Sadly it's evaporated this morning, so you'll have to make do with the following.  

The first thing to say is that the girls like the red patch in my hair, even though it's already fading to pink. "That's OK," said Cece. "I love pink."

The second thing to say is that the weather is rubbish. It was fine enough to sit outside and read on my first day here as long as I was wearing a cosy jumper, but today we woke up to snow, which is pretty outrageous, especially when there's a heatwave at home. Hard cheese: what we're getting is apparently typical Colorado spring weather.

I'm still having lots of fun. 

It was a great bar we went to last night, with the best tacos I've ever had, and excellent margaritas. And you know how I feel about margaritas. The bar was humming, full of people relaxing after work on a Friday evening. It felt very friendly, and we had a charming barman called Griffin, who gave me their margarita recipe: 

1.5 ozs Tequila
1.5 ozs Lime Juice (fresh, of course) 
1 oz of orange liqueur
1 squeeze of pure agave.

So now I know, and so do you.

And here's Griffin: