I know, I know, I am late to the party (pun intended), since Jimmy Buffet passed away more than a week ago. But I am still reading posts about him on my friends’ social media accounts, and I have been thinking about him, about the lifestyle he described in many of his songs, and about his empire of retirement-living communities.

Would Husband and I ever move to one of these communities? Apparently the theme is playful, described as a place of “growing older but not up.” We can be playful, I think. We can laugh and sip adult beverages as we watch the sunset. We can sing along to catchy songs and even dance occasionally. I think we would fit in.

Here lies the irony, Jimmy. Only people who acted “grown up”–those who were gainfully employed and saved funds for retirement–can actually afford to buy property in one of these lavish Margaritaville communities. But, Jimmy, you were on to something–retirement should be fun. And I am convinced Husband and I can have fun anywhere we choose to live or travel, provided we always maintain a sense of humor. You know, because if we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

Today’s cocktail is a variation of a Margarita, of course. Husband and I sipped ours this afternoon in honor of Jimmy’s “island escapism” mantra. It’s always five o’clock somewhere, after all.

Combine 2 ounces fresh-squeezed pink grapefruit juice, 1 1/2 ounces silver tequila, 3/4 ounce orange liqueur, 3/4 ounce fresh-squeezed lime juice, and 1/2 tablespoon light agave syrup. Stir, and pour into a glass with a salted rim. Add ice cubes and garnish with fruit.

Cheers, Jimmy.