Regrets

So. The guy sitting next to me is describing how he makes the best frozen margaritas. Ever. I am intrigued by the recipe and his specific list of measurements and ingredients and the method by which he combines them. Now. Consider that the next day is Cinco de Mayo. The perfect day for enjoying a margarita! And it didn't occur to me until this afternoon what I should have said to him. Great! I'll be over tomorrow, say, four in the afternoon? And you can whip up a batch of those amazing-sounding margaritas for me! I'll bring the guac and chips. Hmm. File this under missed opportunity or dodged-a-bullet. Depending on whether you're an optimist or pessimist. And forget that glass half empty or full thing. Your container is the wrong size.