I was asked for happy hour recommendations for downtown and I immediately thought of an answer - Ceiba. It's not because I like the drinks and food, though that is excellent. It's because I am utterly taken with the plastic neon bulls that come with each cocktail.
You already saw the ones I had on my desk at work.
They needed to have more friends so I begged everyone at my table to please give me their bulls.
I even got the rarest species, the blue one. Possibly endangered.
Look at them ganging up on the poor blue one.
Three margaritas later, I dumped the lot of them in my purse.
And there they stayed for awhile.
But I kept finding strays everywhere.
Here's one on the steps outside my apartment. I was like Hansel and Gretel, leaving a trail of neon plastic bulls in my wake.
Finally they made it to my desk.
Although I have quite the collection of cocktail toppers, I want to make it clear to you, coworkers, I do not a drinking problem.
I will admit that they might be a distraction during boring conference calls.
