Fear Not.

I'm coming back soon. I just need to get to a damn bar.

I've hit quite a few since the last post and have even taken a few photos. I just need to get my collective shit/shots/shite together. And have the right laptop at the right time at the right place.

As I write this I'm sitting at my desk watching the clock tick backwards at 4:59pm...

And I can't focus on the back bar 'cause I'm stone cold sober.

Jack Torrence, I understand.

And I've got two tens and two twenties in my wallet, Lloyd. Yes I do.

Cheers.

Goin' to Miami - Bienvenidos a Miami

While I can't get the Will Smith song outta my head, I'll think I'll have another of Bartender Mike's $16.00 Mojitos.

Sitting at the pool bar at National Hotel in South Beach.

But, it just happens to be the coldest week here on the beach they've had in 50 years. One more round and I'm heading inside to our private bar with the vintage Bacardi advertising posters. Posters from when Bacardi was the most successful wholly Cuban owned business.

Pre-Castro. Pre-Revolution. Pro-Hemingway.

Also came across these great posters for Goldstar Beer.

Man, I can pee standing up.

Cheers!