Some might call it luck.
Others might call it kismet.
But as it turned out, when The Israeli and I left St. George Distillery, we stopped at Forbidden Island in Alameda for a cocktail.
Forbidden Island is a kitchy little tiki bar in Alameda that I hardly every get to go to because it’s in fucking Alameda.
When we arrived, we discovered that a band was playing.
A JEWISH SURF BAND!
I’m not making this up.
The Israeli had lots of fun hearing songs played surf style that he normally only hears in Temple.
And I was thrilled to see him enjoying himself so thoroughly.
Also? He bought me a glass of Pyrat Cask 23to sip on and we all know that a pour from a $300+ bottle of rum from Anguilla is pretty much as close to the nectar of the gods as you can get.
What I love most about The Israeli at this point is how different our taste in cocktails are.
I sip on rum, neat while he orders the sweet piña colada.
Before we left, we chatted with the lead singer of the band who got a kick out of that fact that The Israeli was from Israel and we just happened to stumble upon their performance in a tiny little bar in Alameda.
I should say so.