SAT 1st MAY : ALMA DE CUBA

Found a great bar (Alma De Cuba) in posh part of Philly to celebrate the Lady's brother's birthday with his Perisan posse - cuban, great mojitos, classy. The Lady dancing all night long because she didn't want us to eat (note cheesesteak earlier in the day). The music is near absent.

Her parents turn up (tipsy from a party) at 1am to pick us up. She's still dancing; somehow bumping into people 8 feet away. I get the blame for the fact she's pissed. 'If only she let me eat,' I reply. Father manages to correctly position key into ignition, I close eyes, we get home.