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OK Ringo, shake it off and give us a report of your 1st night in CR, you didn't get carried away with the incahol and go off and get engaged did you?
After my plane circled west of Juan Santamaria
de Mongero airport for twenty minutes awaiting a clear runway, I finally got to my hotel around midnight--past my US bed hour but after all the travel BS; nevertheless, prime time for strong drink.
With brown liquors comparatively pricey in CR my typical visits with Uncles Jim and Jack will have to wait until my return to native soil. So I sampled some very old,
anejo Flor de Cana straight-up with an Imperial chaser. Rum? Ho, hum--that didn't make the nut. Then I spied some Cuervo above the bar that immediately found its way into my system and my affluence and happiness returned. (I'm visiting
mi long-lost
tio Jose' regularly now here in San Jose).
Shortly after making acquaintance with him once again, I abruptly but politely told Jose' that I would have to visit with him later and hopped in a red cab, ordering the driver to El
'Otel Del Rey, where I entered that Holy of Holies, The Blue Marlin, the place where I've been sternly advised that donating cien is punishable by a lifetime of bad Karma followed by eternal hellfire.
It was Thursday night and the chica : gringo ratio was 5 : 1. I was shocked that so many under-dressed, strange women would invade my space and fondle my manhood! I must complain to management. It was like flies on . . . wait--let me think about re-phrasing that.
However, given the late hour, the Cuervo, my age and no vitamins on board, I decided to wait until Fri. AM for my first encounter--too much travel fatigue to fornicate followed by ridding myself of the chica for a long summer's nap.
The next morning, being a faithful disciple of these boards, I was pacing back-and-forth in front of at Zona Blue's door when Eddie finally unlocked it to begin Friday's business. Eddie was patient with me, agreed to teach me about cigars, and hooked me up with a Nica, (almost completely spanish speaker) who promised
en espanol to be gentle.
The Nica did say, "Yo busco por un novio Norteamericano" (honestly) and we fell in love
instantly and set the date for a Saturday morning next Spring. Sniff.
I promise that all of you will be invited; however, If I catch any of you wiley, untrustworthy rascals at ZB anywhere near My Nica it will be muskets at twenty paces!
Please expect your formal invitations next Spring. It will be at the Blue Marlin's main bar, with Dr. Rev. Prolijo officiating.
Ringo
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