Sometimes drunk me leaves messes for sober me to deal with in the morning.

But once in a while, drunk me likes to surprise sober me with gifts like ordering books off Amazon. Thanks drunk Doc! I know someone who is getting a six pack left in the fridge this weekend …

 

 

hey – crab, get outta here – this is a library!

While Miami bustles with brahs and Barbi castoffs slipping past velvet ropes to enter dub-step soaked clubs,

I’m off to the Jai Alai courts.

Free entrance to a cavernous, air-conditioned stadium where a few dozen other people assemble, placing bets on each of the twelve rounds, shout obscenities in their native Spanish (baaassssuuuuuuuuuura!), enter raffles, buy $1 dollar pretzels (50 cents extra if you want that melted cheese), drink $1 beers ($4 if you want Cigar City’s Jai Alai IPA – one of the nations finest IPAs and stark contrast to South Beach Coors sold at 14 bucks a pop), and soak in the sport of (retired) kings.

Life is tough.

Cool Jai-Alai article here:
http://www.sbnation.com/longform/2013/2/28/4036934/jai-alai-sport-in-america-miami