The highway right next to the beach was busy, but eventually with teamwork and split-second timing, we were back out on it and on our way home. I took some slow time to talk on the phone while Sarah tried to upload pictures and took a walk- then we had some dindin at my parents' room. It was late in the eight hour when we said goodnight to my parents and headed out to teh bar at the hotel down the road. It was there we met Jerry the bartender. He took Sarah's bent up drivers license. Here is the ensuing conversation:
"Is this a new one?"
"No."
"When's your birthday?"
"April 28th, ... 1988."
"What's your sign?"
Intense laughter, "Taurus!"
We spent a good deal of time and money there, drinking girly tropical mixes, talking, laughing and people watching. Jerry was funny and attentive and seemed to have a sixth sense or an eye in the back of his head that allowed him to know when our drinks were finished. Maybe. Both. We left after he said Last Call and walked our not even tipsy selves home and slept.
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