The evening comes...

I went back to the room after a few rum punches for a shower and some rest. Bill was already sleeping. I tried to read but ended up falling asleep. I woke up, got dress and heading back up to the bar. Much to my amazement, the bartender said they were closed. Closed, it is only 9 o'clock! He said, No it is 9:30' I said wow, that makes a world of difference, please make me a drink. What kind of bar closes at 9 pm? Must be a bunch of dead asses staying here. If Bill ever wakes up, he will never approve of a such lack of enthusiasm. My drink came and I double the bill tip him 100% and said, "I am a man who likes to be taken care of", he looked at the tip and said, No problem!
I sit here drink in hand overlooking the evening lights of San Ignacio....