We ordered our drinks and proceeded to have a great night... except that San Geraldo lived up to his other name, Gruñon (Grumpy) and was a pill when Jessica offered to take our picture to mark the occasion. He didn't want to take a picture. He didn't want to stand up. Once he stood, he didn't want to move from his position — leaving little room for me to squeeze in. The first shot didn't turn out, so he moaned about having to pose for another. Even worse. Then a third. He was hot; he didn't like everyone looking at us. Yada yada yada. Jessica managed to get one so-so photo of me and the unsaintly Gruñon with the glare of an ice cream cafe in the background. Twenty-four hours later, we're still together.
|AS GOOD AS IT GETS?|
I wanted to sleep in Saturday morning, but I couldn't pass up the sunrise. See below how the start of our 33rd year looked. (Click the photos to magnificence-ify.)
|BEFORE 7:30 A.M.|