We try to slow down, but guess, what, we can't. We keep cruising along at our blazing 20 mph and we can begin to make out detail. The furniture is a bamboo bar and matching barstools. Patrons are standing at the bar and lounging at the tables drinking huge cocktails with fruit dangling over the sides of the glasses. We go plowing into the bar, knocking bottles and glasses every which way.
Nobody seems to mind.
We pick ourselves up and stand with our mouths hanging open. It's the cast of Mash and Hogan's Heroes . We haul our asses up to the splintered bar. And I want to be Queen of England. We sip our lukewarm Buds which really aren't too bad after what we've been through and take stock of the bar's clientele.