26 January, 2009

What Happens When You Drink for 14 Hours Straight?

....You break a sandal, break a rib, and end up looking like Bjork and Mickey Rourke's homeless love child. Yet, all in all, it was most certainly the best MKL Jr. Day of all time. We started innocently enough, at the beach with a cooler of Medalla, a bottle of rum, and a gallon of "limoncello". It was a pleasant and relaxing afternoon that went off without a hitch.


And then, a cooler of Medallas and 2 bottles of rum later, it was time to say bye bye to the beach.

As we were packing up the goods, I started to cough, and due to a previous rib injury (don't ask) it hurt like hell, and so I was convinced I was going to die. Though it looks as though JC is consoling an insane homeless person who owns nothing but a white blanket and 1/2 a jug of O.J., really, it was just me coughing.

About 30 seconds later, my sandal broke. *yay* No biggie, I thought, as we were headed home anyway....
We all did our part in polishing off the jug of red lemoncillo AKA rum and Crystal Light. Here is Z demonstrating her skills:

Myself having a taste of the red delight on the car ride home. Because I really needed another drink at this point...

JC finishing it off while sitting in the middle of the road....

As we approach my street, impulses kick in and we decide it would be smart to stop at....THE OLD MAN BAR!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, why not right? We're already drunk. "But wait!" I say to the group as we step out of the car, " I only have one sandal!" The group concession was that it should not make a difference, and I should proceed as-is: One functioning sandal, and one that I am clinging onto with my toes. Super idea.

We give Bekah a tour of Old Man Bar --- no flashes. please. In the above picture, you will notice the extensive art collection that is displayed on the walls. Vintage, really...

Since only stopping at one bar would just be foolish, we march across the street to another one, where Bekah is given the opportunity to try the infamous "Gasolina" drink. Hmmmm, tasty...


...Or not. We shuffle over to Garabato's, where I fall in love with the bartender, which wasn't exactly a good time to fall in love, seeing as I had only one shoe on, was sunburned, and had magically gotten dreadlocks through the course of the day. The end of the night emerged, we went back to the second bar, and I have no idea what is happening here, but it looks hilarious.

2 comments:

Rebekah said...

Mmmm...Gasolina. I guess it's fortunate that I was too pickled to stand, much less taste the Gasolina, at that point...

Jbird said...

def fortunate