Mexicali Rose Anniversary Margarita's

“Do not abandon yourself to a sort of melancholy gloom that can harm you and retard the development of your faculties and prolong the weakness of your temperament. You happiness, your existence is all that makes mine precious.”
—in a letter Philippe wrote to his son Francois Clicquot

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 14, 1987
Sunday

I burned off my alcohol from last night with a morning run to the end of Shoreline Avenue.

I enjoyed breakfast with ma and pa. Sherri, Ashley, mom and I went to see a few of the new model homes on Bay Farm Island. It was depressing when I analyzed the price offerings.

I slept at mom’s house for a restful Sunday afternoon nap. When I woke up I saw that my brother, Tony, and his wife, Helen, were there. I gave Tony an update on the happenings at the Alameda High Reunion from last night.

I came home and was surprised by a phone call on my answering machine recorder from Rachelle Davies!

Then Johnny called. It seems we’re going camping in two weekends.

Stacey came over with her mom, step-sister and aunt (?) and some other woman. I detected that she’ll be a fine roommate. I certainly hope so.

I took a drive over to Berkeley. It was a beautiful day and I discovered the estuary and rowing teams practicing. There was a guy there named Charles who was really good. I returned home and continued with domestic chores like washing clothes. It’s always a drag.

Oh yes…I took ma and pa out to the MEXICALI ROSE for their 30th Anniversary (which is officially June 15, 1957). It was my treat. The three of us shared two pitchers of Margarita’s. We had so much fun, laughing and eating. I love them.


"Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them."
-Carlos Ruiz Zafon