Pirate and Parrot Dog Toy on a Rope 18'' - Margaritaville

It's 5 o'clock somewhere...

It's somewhere in the tropics, between the Port of Indecision and the Southwest of Disorder... but no parallel of latitude or longitude marks the spot precisely. You don't need to be a navigator to get there. The palm trees serve as camouflage, the sea breeze brings seaplanes and sailboats, tourists and travelers. No passport required. The music of the islands rules. No queues for nothing.

There's a beach and a thatched-roof bar perched on the edge of a turquoise sea, where a barstool always awaits you. There are many lies, and even more stories. It's a comical mix that comes together like tequila, salt, and lime.