Galapagos Diary: An *Hic* Aside...
I'm skipping ahead a little in my account because this is a funny story.
After our travels in the Galapagos, we disembarked from the ship and flew from the island of Baltra to Guayaqil in Ecuador. I was depressed because we were beginning the trip back home and didn't feel like touring the city with a guide.
So Jo Ann and I took showers, fixed ourselves up and went to the bar. She ordered scotch on the rocks with a twist, and I ordered kahlua on the rocks.
A what seemed a long time, the waiter came back with only one glass, which he set in front of Jo Ann. We both stared at it quizzically. It looked rather like Kahlua, but more watery and it had a, well, twist. And indeed it did! Jo Ann asked the waiter, "What is this?" and he replied, "That's your scotch and kahlua on the rocks with a twist."
BLEAH! Scotch and kahlua? Okay, I was a cocktail waitress - and I've never heard of that one!
Yuck! Jo Ann corrected the waiter, who looked sheepish. Finally, we received our drinks and toasted our trip.
That hotel in Guayaquil was a strange place.
After our travels in the Galapagos, we disembarked from the ship and flew from the island of Baltra to Guayaqil in Ecuador. I was depressed because we were beginning the trip back home and didn't feel like touring the city with a guide.
So Jo Ann and I took showers, fixed ourselves up and went to the bar. She ordered scotch on the rocks with a twist, and I ordered kahlua on the rocks.
A what seemed a long time, the waiter came back with only one glass, which he set in front of Jo Ann. We both stared at it quizzically. It looked rather like Kahlua, but more watery and it had a, well, twist. And indeed it did! Jo Ann asked the waiter, "What is this?" and he replied, "That's your scotch and kahlua on the rocks with a twist."
BLEAH! Scotch and kahlua? Okay, I was a cocktail waitress - and I've never heard of that one!
Yuck! Jo Ann corrected the waiter, who looked sheepish. Finally, we received our drinks and toasted our trip.
That hotel in Guayaquil was a strange place.
Labels: blecho, Galapagos Diary, humor
posted by Kristine | Monday, May 28, 2007
9 Comments:
Oh, no! That poor Scotch, cut down in its prime. =(
I'm reminded of the time I asked for a Rumpleminze (peppermint Schnapps) and a water, a fairly usual combination for me, and got a Rumpleminze and water instead. Blecch!!
Yes, what a waste of good scotch (and kahlua - and Rumpleminze). Icky! *Cough*
That was a weird hotel.
Several people went for the massage. It doesn't sound like the kind of massage that I get at Litespa here in Minneapolis. The way that Pat, one of the organizers, described it, it sounded more like waterboarding! (Well, okay, I'm exaggerating here.)
Heh. I'd love to know what the bartender was thinking.
Well anyway, let's all lift a glass of scotch and kahlua in a toast to Ken Ham and to his opening of the Museum of Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Lies. *Spit* ;-)
Isn't scotch and kaluha called a 'rusty nail'?
I think that's scotch and Drambuie, my deah!
Due to the urging of a friend I did shots of Drambuie with beer. Never again!
what a waste of good scotch!
Very funny that during the Galapagos Island Travel I did last year something very similar to this happend to me!
very good scotch but not got to miss all this at all
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