Hennessy And Coke

Yesterday was one of the best days I've ever had.  Pembroke, a local village, was hosting the Bike Fest 2009.  I'm not a huge fan of bikes but riding on one and with hubby was exhilarating.  It's not the first time I've mounted a bike though but it was different.  So off we set in the winds, speeding through bends and hugging on hubby as tightly as I can.  

Once we reached there, the competition was already in full swing.  But all hubby had in mind was to go look for his Henny bottles.  He bought a quarter case on Saturday just for that event.  It was a surprising feat for hubby not to pay  any attention to the bikers jumping through the air since he was one of the first bikers in the country.  Not to mention that he along with his friend started the whole thing.  With no credit due to them of course.  That ticked hubby off but hey we have Hennessy! And coke.  

Since my last wine-related misadventure I steer clear from alcohol.  Except for one time when I ignored my instincts and swallowed various colored liquids down my throat.  That night scarred me for life.  

Anyway, everything was perfect yesterday that I couldn't resist 'thiefing' coupla sips of Henny mixed with coke.  A couple of sips turned into several glasses!  Still no harm done.  We were having fun.  Who cares about the aftermath huh? Certainly not me then.  

Took pictures.  Met some decent Vincentians.  Laughed.  Cried.  (Not me but 2 good friends who've been catching up and ended in tears).  Ate.  Drank as if there's no tomorrow.  Then it was time to leave.  And shit to happen.

Hubby had to exchange his car for a bike from his friend since he hasn't bought him a new one yet.  On our way back the traffic was so dense that the bike's engine got heated up.  I was all mashed up and was glad to climb behind hubby and head to home.  But Lord had different plans for us.  Still inching through the traffic the bike's tank or whatever you call it started spurting water.  Hot water!  I thought I was going to faint from the pure scorching liquid.  I started getting off the bike when hubby pulled aside.  He got burnt too.  Of course the traffic officers, out of concern, helped us.  Hubby then had to call his friend to bring back the car and to sort out the bike which died.  

Waited and waited for the compadres to come and by the time he reached the bike was, once again, good to go after cooling down.  I was never happier at that moment to see our car.  God bless 'she'.  Then we went by the local bar where more drinks keep flowing and bikers doing wheelies and all on the road.  Took some pictures.  Had more Henny fused with Red Bull.  Talked and talked.  And then it was time to go home.  

And now this morning I woke up all achy everywhere.  My throat dying on me. And my bowel in a sad state.  More than a couple of runs to the toilet and I'm still feeling like shit.

SVG's 30th Anniversary Independence is tomorrow. 

And the party started on Friday night.  Hopefully I'll be back in shape for tomorrow's exciting events.

I'm off to nurse my poor self...laters!

To finish on a good note look at the picture below...Poor girl...all she wanted was alcohol...LOL

Of course she didn't drink it...! But she wouldn't drink water either.  Stubborn kiddo.  And yet so cute.