Walking on the Beach with a Friend

Stacey adopted a street puppy and named her Vasa. She left for Vieques this weekend, though, and Vasa needed a pal to walk her. I walked her a few times yesterday and walked her three times today. It was great to walk along the beach with someone to talk to!

Tonight, all of the researchers got together at a Bar for Severin's going away party. I ordered a piña colada (duh) and actually was able to go up to the bar and get more rum added because "it wasn't strong enough"… even though the second time I went up I had already drunk most of it.  It was probably because I actually speak spanish and the bartender was surprised to find such a Gringo. (They actually wrote "gringos" on our check)

This little guy was wondering just how "strong" I could make my piña colada