Quotables: my first margarita

So, while I was in So. Cal. visiting my bro, we went to Chevy's (the "fresh mex" place), and I ordered a margarita–the first margarita I've ever had. When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered a margarita, but since we were at Chevy's, there were half a dozen flavors. I told her to surprise me, and that my drink budget was $10 (hoping for quality, rather than quantity). Well, they brought me a "regualr" sized margarita, but it was pretty huge by my standards. I can't remember what flavor it was, but it was pretty good. ( I think the waitress went ahead and got me the most expensive item that fit in my drink budget). My brother got some weird margarita ("lava flow" I think) that tasted like Nerds dissolved in alchohol. . . . but I digress. . .

I looked at my jagged salt crusted glass of cactus alcohol and hesitated, invoking his stern admonishment:
     "Drink up! Don't you know there are sober children in Africa?"