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Last night was pina colada night at the house. No occasion, but who needs an excuse when it’s a nice warm afternoon? Truth be told, I had been thinking about it overnight, and the fridge had finally done it’s work on the pineapple and coconut milk. I empty the can of coconut milk into our blender and throw in some chunks of frozen pineapple, and follow that with enough rum to get the gears moving.
Two batches later, my housemates and I feel less bad about the case of pineapple I picked up at SFO on Tuesday night. It was just going around and around on the baggage carousel, utterly forsaken by the passengers from Maui who had been standing around an hour waiting for their golf clubs.
I would like to thank Lynn Thomas for the pineapples. They were quite delicious and would not have made it to Chicago with the rest of your lost luggage.
Hmm? What was I doing at the airport on Tuesday night? Picking up women; my girlfriend and her mother were flying back from a wedding in Chicago.