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Update time!
So yesterday was probably my first real day out of the house. Well, other than that day on the beach with Joe, Chrishy, and my new friend Mar, who's really cool.
Yesterday, Mar took me to a small lounge place in Old San Juan and we just hung around there for most of the night. Well, not just there, but everywhere. She showed me some of the bars around Old San Juan (you know, the stuff I never did as a teenager because Old San Juan wasn't my scene). We went to a bar called Maria's, and it's owned by a adorable French lady (I could tell because of the French accent on her Spanish). And Mar said they served the best nachos and cheese there, but I didn't really believe her till I tried them and MAN it was amazing!
Then this guy walked into the bar, and I started talking to him because, well, it's what I do. I can make friends with anyone. Even the dead. It's my one indispensable quality. And for some reason, maybe the alcohol, he thought Mar was wife. Do we really look that old?
And well, after that, we walked around Old San Juan some more and settled on a bench somewhere near the El Morro walkway, and just chatted for maybe... wow, three hours? Then we decided to raid a Baskin Robins because we had a mondo craving for chocolate, and I finally drove her home around 6:30 in the freaking AM.
It's been a really long time since I've done anything like that. And that's the fast version, because I need to go to bed, like now.
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Attention Tuba Players Wishing to Attract Male Alligators:
The key is B-Flat.
Car Stunt Gone Wrong? Or Darwin Gone Right?
We report, you decide.
AMERICA!
Land of FREEDOM/Stupidity!
So yesterday was probably my first real day out of the house. Well, other than that day on the beach with Joe, Chrishy, and my new friend Mar, who's really cool.
Yesterday, Mar took me to a small lounge place in Old San Juan and we just hung around there for most of the night. Well, not just there, but everywhere. She showed me some of the bars around Old San Juan (you know, the stuff I never did as a teenager because Old San Juan wasn't my scene). We went to a bar called Maria's, and it's owned by a adorable French lady (I could tell because of the French accent on her Spanish). And Mar said they served the best nachos and cheese there, but I didn't really believe her till I tried them and MAN it was amazing!
Then this guy walked into the bar, and I started talking to him because, well, it's what I do. I can make friends with anyone. Even the dead. It's my one indispensable quality. And for some reason, maybe the alcohol, he thought Mar was wife. Do we really look that old?
And well, after that, we walked around Old San Juan some more and settled on a bench somewhere near the El Morro walkway, and just chatted for maybe... wow, three hours? Then we decided to raid a Baskin Robins because we had a mondo craving for chocolate, and I finally drove her home around 6:30 in the freaking AM.
It's been a really long time since I've done anything like that. And that's the fast version, because I need to go to bed, like now.
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Attention Tuba Players Wishing to Attract Male Alligators:
The key is B-Flat.
Car Stunt Gone Wrong? Or Darwin Gone Right?
We report, you decide.
AMERICA!
Land of FREEDOM/Stupidity!