Too frustrated to deal with an Internet connection, I went downstairs to the bar. Rather than sit there, I asked if they could bring a pitcher of booze to the outside porch. Thet are known for their rum so I had them fill it up with rum runners. I decide it is a good time to wake/get Bill. Bill and I had a relaxing evening sitting on the porch, booze on tap, overlooking the Caribbean just chatting the lazy evening away...

I'd like to say that was our first drink but who would believe me?

The hand of Bill...
So you traded in your bottle of Jack for a pitcher of rum? Go with the flow....of booze, that is!
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