If you're out late on a Wednesday night with two married guys who have kids and don't go out that much anymore, there's probably a good chance that you're all going to agree that a couple of neat whiskeys are a good idea.
So right around this point (5:30am) my camera died, here's a recap of the rest of our night: We got into Ramses car and he drove us (s l o w l y) to Alexandra's apartment. On the way there, Scott fell asleep in the front seat - when we got to Alexandra's, (it's totally daylight now and she lives in a tiny little apt/house in this weird neighboorhood of identical houses and there are roosters crowing) she and I got out of the car and Ramses started to drive away with Scott. I was like "Whoa! Where is he taking him? Aren't we staying here? " Alexandra was like "You are. He's going back to Ramses; place." I was like "Oh, no, no. We're a package deal." I chased down Ramses and hopped back into his (moving) car, and told him Scott was coming with me. He got pissed and he and Alexandra started speaking heatedly in Papiamentu (the local language is a pidgin mix of Spanish, Dutch, French and English).
