If you like Pina Coladas...

Okay, I have to tell one on Shlomo. Let me just begin by saying how much I love him. He is my favorite person in the world. Sometimes, however, I do not understand him.

We were in Galveston for the "Wedding of the Milennium" this weekend. Between herding the bridesmaids for the rehearsal, reading during the ceremony, picking up lunch for 50 people, setting up for the reception, among many other things, we had very little time for ourselves. However, we did manage to carve out the time between 9:30 and 10:30 on Friday night for us.

We were staying at a lovely hotel. Seriously, the grounds were beautiful. It had a fantastic pool with a swim-up bar. Now, I think swim-up bars are great. They are, in fact, my favorite kind of bar. However, when said swim-up bar is in Galveston, you have to use your imagination to get to paradise.

It had been a long day (and a long elevator ride with Shlomo wearing his royal blue and red swimsuit with his burgundy T-shirt, but that's another story...ten paces behind that fashion fiasco), so we decided we would both have a drink at the bar.

I ordered my usual--a margarita on the rocks, no salt. Shlomo ordered a Baileys and Irish Whiskey...in a swim-up bar. Baileys and Irish Whiskey is a delicious drink. It makes a great nightcap. But, in a swim-up bar? That's where you order a margarita (like I did), a pina colada, a mai tai, or any fruity concoction. A Baileys and Irish Whiskey? I am still not over it. Why not just order a gimlet or a sidecar?

Of course, the ridicule commenced. Shlomo claimed I thought he could do nothing right. That is not true. I think he does many things right. However, we are going to have to work on pool attire and drinks. That's not so bad. If that is my worst pet peeve (and it is at the moment), we are going to be just fine.