This was the first night I’d been outside the US in 14 years. I had gotten my passport express shipped so I could take a job in the British Virgin Islands.
When I landed my sailor buddies met me with a 12 pack on ice. They opened them and told me there’s a two drink for driving allowed. It seemed scary but I’d be sailing mostly and not on roads with drunk drivers.
We went to Carnival on St. Thomas which seemed like a regular old festival but my buddy Perry said “This is the celebration of when the slaves rose up and killed all of the plantation owners.”
I said “Cool! That’s a good enough reason to spew on that whirly puke ride.”