The sombrero diaries-Final nights.

So as I recall we all just sorta did our own thing and napped and stuff the last night on ship. Blame the tamarind tequila or the need to censor a family blog. But I do remember our laundry coming back pinkish with a set of purple culottes that were once red. But other than that a very pleasant evening, if pleasant is a freak-out mad dash to pack clothes and minimize the carryon luggage and booze on your person. However it all went off with nary a hitch. Disembarked and packed trucks and headed back to San Antonio. We unpacked trucks again, settled down for a great dinner, conversation and a glass of bourbon. Then off to bed for a 4:00 AM wake up and dash to the airport. Goodbyes were said and thus ended a spectacular birthday party/vacation/adventure. The end.

What you want more? Ok so I got some goofy looks from people in the airport. I mean I am wearing a big green sombrero the whole time but hold down the hat envy. Freud could write a book on it I tell ya! Except he's dead. Anyhow sure it was a nuisance having people bump into my hat on the plane, I had an aisle seat, but I understand it. Who wouldn't want to touch it? It is green felt! That's like twice as nice as Corinthian leather! I am certain I read that somewhere! Sure the stewardess was miffed when she asked where we went (smug with her airline attendant training) and I responded France, but hey Poncho is new to the high speed life of America! I can't have him swayed from a righteous path by some floozy stewardess looking to touch my sombrero! So off she went and not a ginger ale was to be seen the entire flight!