eight pina coladas
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
The Cottage, 2001.06.23
In an effort to relate the problems she'd had last night with heartburn, my grandmother was describing the last time she'd felt the same symptoms; when she'd had 8 pina coladas in one day during a trip to Mexico. Heh, heh, heh. That's my grandma.
My marine sandals fell apart today. One of the straps just tore right through while I was wading around in the bay. Lousy Nike pieces of cr*p. Cost me $100 when I bought them, and that was just less than three years ago!