Here is my cool starry bra:
In the navy, circa 1989, ship pulls into Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico for a couple of days. We stop at the PX and buy a bunch of cheap rum, rent a car on base and drive to San Juan. While there we did the tourist thing, going to the big fort and standing on the cliffs looking out over the water.
Started to get dark and we notice a pretty good sized crowd in a large square along with a stage setup. So we hang around to see what's happening and Ziggy Marley gets onstage with his band and plays for the next three hours. 10,000 Puerto Ricans and 3 white dudes. Had a blast! We were passing the rum around to all the pretty girls and danced our asses off.
Getting around midnight, we are all starting to sober up for the drive back, but are hungry like the ****ens. We spot a Denny's, so we pull up to park and there was a valet who gave us a strange look but took our keys and parked the car as we went inside. Looking around, it looked like everyone was dressed for church, all in suits and dresses, us 3 in shorts and t-shirts. This was Denny's, right? Yup.
They sat us and we ate while we were stared at by the upscale patrons. Was super weird. Anyway, we finished and paid, tipped well and left. Got lost on the way back to the base but it's a relatively small island so eventually we found our way back.
Never will forget it.
