This time tomorrow I will have (hopefully) cleared customs and will be cruising happily along I90 East on my way to meet up with some pals, who like me, need a weekend of fun, booze and poker. We will harass the locals while there, because that's how we (I) roll.
Ipod is loaded and charged, camera is charged, phone is charged. All I need to do is convert some $ to USD and throw some clothes in a bag and I'm ready!
Actually, in my head I was ready about a month ago, but that's another story.
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As a thank-you to some folks, I offered to pick up treats that one can only get here. Of course I left it to the last minute (quel surprise) and ran out at lunch to pick them up. I found the place with google, and luckily it wasn't far from the school. It's a busy part of town, but the joys of the bike is that I can park it anywhere.
I walked into the store still in full leathers with helmet in hand. The smell hit me as soon as I walked in, dark and smokey, and it reminded me of when I was a kid and Dad would treat himself. I was surprised at how busy it was; there were about 10 men in there.
"Can I help you?", the very attractive young man asked me.
"I hope so. I'm looking for something for some friends of mine. Something...Cuban."
He smiled, and opening the door to the large walk-in humidor, led me inside. The door shushed closed behind us and deadened the other conversations.
"So", he said. "how much do you like these friends?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you like them $15? or $95?"
Thank god for having worked on my poker face. Otherwise my eyes would done this. I knew they could be pricey, but the thought of basically smoking a hundred dollar bill kinda floored me.
I couldn't stop myself from saying with a smile, "Ninety-five dollars? What's the difference between those and the $15 ones? Are these ones rolled on the bellies of 12-year-old virgins?"
A very long, very drawn out pause while he just stares at me. Just as I think, oh shit, I've stepped in it now, he starts to laugh.
"No, not on their stomachs, you need a hard surface to roll a good cigar. But a lot are rolled by young women as they are more dexterous."
I learn something new every day.
And no, I didn't get the $95 cigars. Nor did I get the $15 either *grin.
Ipod is loaded and charged, camera is charged, phone is charged. All I need to do is convert some $ to USD and throw some clothes in a bag and I'm ready!
Actually, in my head I was ready about a month ago, but that's another story.
****
As a thank-you to some folks, I offered to pick up treats that one can only get here. Of course I left it to the last minute (quel surprise) and ran out at lunch to pick them up. I found the place with google, and luckily it wasn't far from the school. It's a busy part of town, but the joys of the bike is that I can park it anywhere.
I walked into the store still in full leathers with helmet in hand. The smell hit me as soon as I walked in, dark and smokey, and it reminded me of when I was a kid and Dad would treat himself. I was surprised at how busy it was; there were about 10 men in there.
"Can I help you?", the very attractive young man asked me.
"I hope so. I'm looking for something for some friends of mine. Something...Cuban."
He smiled, and opening the door to the large walk-in humidor, led me inside. The door shushed closed behind us and deadened the other conversations.
"So", he said. "how much do you like these friends?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you like them $15? or $95?"
Thank god for having worked on my poker face. Otherwise my eyes would done this. I knew they could be pricey, but the thought of basically smoking a hundred dollar bill kinda floored me.
I couldn't stop myself from saying with a smile, "Ninety-five dollars? What's the difference between those and the $15 ones? Are these ones rolled on the bellies of 12-year-old virgins?"
A very long, very drawn out pause while he just stares at me. Just as I think, oh shit, I've stepped in it now, he starts to laugh.
"No, not on their stomachs, you need a hard surface to roll a good cigar. But a lot are rolled by young women as they are more dexterous."
I learn something new every day.
And no, I didn't get the $95 cigars. Nor did I get the $15 either *grin.
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