Bicycling while intoxicated and other nonsense

[Rushman]

I set off to the shop with good intentions. Got there, sent my employee on his way and picked out a cigar......a 2010 RASS.

Put my "jefe" chair in prime position on 5th avenue next to the stairs entering the shop.,......never sat in it again......

I know most of the folks that work in the taco restaurant/bar next door. The assistant manager and some other kind folks were sitting in the table closest to my shop drinking some ungodly blue concoction. It didnt take long after they invited me to join them.

Not much in the way of good single malt in these parts (hell, any single malt), so I ordered a johnnie black on "a" rock. My wife showed up somewhere around numero 4.

Had a few more, it was time to close the store and as we were departing on our bicycle (me in the driving position and my wife on the extended rear pegs.......dont knock it, we are in paradise) they told us they were going to la bodeguita del medio.

we went home, walked the dog, grabbed a quick sandwich and headed that direction....maybe 8 blocks.....yes on the bike!

So does it bother me that my wife is a better salsa dancer than me? NOPE

It does, however, bother me that 3 out of 4 of their "authentic cuban mojitos" are substandard. I resort to havana club 7 years on the rocks.

some time passes, more dancing than i care to admit, and its time to leave.

somehow, we made it all the way home. I let my wife get off the rear pegs, i ride the bike the remaining 10 meters to our door and in those 10 meters, manage to ride the bike into some banana trees.

Bike unharmed. Wife unharmed. Me, unharmed......physicially anyway.

Mañana!

[Jah]

Those damn banana trees, always popping out from nowhere.