Travels in a Tin Can

but the part of us that was already sloshed declared it to be a grand plan.
Unfortunately, this part was controlling our legs and so we headed to Pepe's
and ordered two beers.
'OK’ came the response, 'if you tell me what sort you want'.
To which Emma shouted out 'the one dollar sort!'
At this, everyone in the bar laughed, at our accents and our cheapness.
Charming!
The beer turned out to be chilled bitter and not very nice, so we only
had four each. We decided to eat while we waited for Peter, a good decision
in the light of how much we ended up drinking.
Peter and Donny arrived during our meal and we joined them in the bar
after we had eaten. Except by this time Donny had left. We were far from
alone at the bar with Peter however as the place was very crowded. For the
next hour or so we drank and our host told us about himself - how he was a
published author, his grown up daughter was at Harvard, he had a boat - in
short, fairly obvious lies. At one point a woman joined us and started chatting
me up (though that could just have been the beer boosting my ego). Anyway,
while I spoke to this girl Peter told Emma that if I left with my new friend he
and Emma would take his boat and sail to Cuba. He said they would be there
by lunchtime, but judging by how close Cuba is to the Keys he obviously
planned to sail very slowly or do other activities en route....
Fortunately the strange girl failed to pull me, though we did try to set
her up with Peter to get rid of him. Eventually we left the bar and went to
Peter’s 'nearby' van for extra clothes. Emma and I were only in shorts and t-
shirts because it had been sunny first thing in the morning, turning cold as