We started the big night by coming across this fruity pirate who kind of looked like Russel Brand leading a group of drunken girls through the plaza. He was shouting something in Spanish which I did not understand.
Dinner was at a fantastic restaurant right off the main square. We had...ham. I ordered some asparagus just to try to soak up a few nutrients...and they fry it. I'd never even heard of fried asparagus. It was good, but I'd imagine didn't have the desired effect.
Great part of this place is they left his mysterious bottle of liquor on the table the whole time and didn't charge us for it. I think we were supposed to take one shot and pass it back, but it ended up being a one-way street:
After dinner it was back to La Latina for drinks. Few classic pics before the lights went out:
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| Nothing like the gin fish bowl |
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| this is not the first birthday I spent drinking straight booze in a basement with this woman. But 12 years later, Hendricks gin in Spain is a huge step up from Rubinoff Vocka in Somerville; I've arrived |
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| contemplative |
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