I didn’t think I could love Stella any more until I was introduced to the sultry Mexican version. It was Stella in the curvy chalice, but this time the rim of the glass was coated with salt, margarita style.
Ay dios mio, the night was long and a parade of these Mexican Stellas kept us company. I would lick the salt from the glass, flicking my tongue out quickly and sucking on my bottom lip, delicately. He said I should stop doing that if I didn’t want the night to end early.
I like beer, but I never was good at heeding warnings.