Since Honor C takes place in the lovely, magical city of San Antonio, Texas, I thought it would be cool to share something that reminds me of the city. Something maybe they’d enjoy on a romantic night out on the San Antonio Riverwalk.
And…yes! Dos Equis has shared their recipe!
The Dos Equis Michelada
12 oz Dos Equis® Ambar
¼ cup lime juice
½ tsp. Worcestershire sauce
½ tsp. hot sauce
¼ tsp. soy sauce
2 oz. tomato juice
Red pepper flakes or chili powder
HOW TO MAKE IT
Rim a 16-oz. beer mug with lime juice and red pepper flakes. Add ice and pour in a bottle of Dos Equis Ambar. Mix in the remaining ingredients.
And…pssst….The Mad Dog added a few green olives to the drink. Perfectamundo.
Here's a little from my latest release to excite your other tastes while you sip your delicious Michelada. Enjoy!
But if I had the chance to go back, to do it over again, would I still have done the same? Yes. Hell, yes.
San Antonio, Texas, 2001
I STARED through the slats of the tree house roof at the porch light shimmering on the leaves. The weathered boards were warm and rough on the soles of my bare feet, and the musty smell of the worn wood soothed me, turned me on.
The little wood sanctuary had hosted some of the best memories of my life. In this secret clubhouse, my buddies and I stashed comic books and Playboy magazines. We sneaked cigarettes, turning our little haven into a sort of juvenile male-only nightclub.
It was here I discovered I didn’t go for the chicas in the nudie magazines but instead lusted for the cocks and tight asses of chulos. One hot summer night a million years ago, on the floor of this little dilapidated tree house—crickets going wild in the dark and lightning bugs glittering in the shadows of the trees—I made out with a boy for the first time.
That boy was Jorge Villagomez.
Thin, pale Jorge, who always seemed to be in frail health. Constantly missing school, in and out of the hospital, never having to participate in gym. The boy who carried a little plastic container filled with his medications in his backpack. Although he never spoke of it, not even to me, the undisputed word—from a kid named Julie something-or-other who knew everything—was that Jorge had a heart condition.
Rich, spoiled Jorge. Hell, even his name dripped with privilege. Jorge Villagomez. His parents—of noble Spanish heritage—were San Antonio society, steeped in culture and money.
Fiery, icy, bossy, bitchy, girly, sweet, adorable Jorge. Sickly as he was, feminine as he was, nobody but nobody ever made fun of him. He never endured the bullying most of the weaker kids did. Something in Jorge defied the teasing. His very spirit double-dog dared anyone to make fun of him.
What that exquisite creature saw in me, I hadn’t a clue. I figured he got some rich boy’s thrill hanging out in my not-so-affluent neighborhood.
But then I figured if a guy like me was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of Jorge’s libido, I shouldn’t ask questions. I’d just smile and roll around in the sexual glow.
If I lived a hundred years, I’d never forget the day he sashayed into my life.
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