Spicy Skinny
Cucumber Marg

Friday, seven o'clock, the office finally behind us. Six coworkers, one course at PopStroke The Colony, and a long-standing grudge between Accounting and Marketing that only putting could resolve.

I am in Marketing. I had something to prove.

We ordered from the course before the second hole, because a team that drinks together reads greens together. The drinks arrived on the fourth, a spicy skinny margarita for every one of us, green and glowing like a traffic light telling us to go.

1800 Cucumber and Jalapeno Tequila, cool on the front and warm on the back, like a handshake that turns into a hug. Fresh lime juice. Organic agave, just a touch. Fresh cucumbers, crisp as a new dollar bill. Jalapenos, sliced thin, little green fireworks. And a Tajin rim, tangy and red, a sunset around the edge of the glass.

I took a sip. My eyes widened. Then I stepped up to an uphill putt on a two-tier green, twenty-five feet, a ridge running through the middle like a spine.

I hit it firm. It climbed the ridge, hesitated, and fell in.

Birdie. Marketing erupted. Accounting demanded a recount. Deborah from Payroll, who had been quietly winning the whole time, simply raised her glass and said nothing, the smuggest Tajin rim I have ever seen.