My day with Cleo

I told Cleo that I would publish this story, I don't think she believed me.... I went to visit my cousin Cleo and her husband Richard tonight, and my reward was that they tried to kill me. Don't get me wrong now, it was my own fault. I must say though that I was treated like a queen. Welcomed like a long lost friend, the proverbial prodigal son, if you will. My first mistake was in telling Cleo that I was fond of pepper, O M G! Mistake, BIG mistake. We in the Caribbean might think we have an inkling of what hot is, but I have to take my hat off to Guam. I had no clue. I never knew that pepper could be so hot. Wasabi? More like Wahoobi!

My greatest (and BEST) surprise of the evening though, was when Cleo took up the mike and began to sing. I cannot begin to describe the admiration, and yes, pride that I felt. I used to think that I could carry a tune... I was remiss. Cleo, honey, it is an injustice that you are not on a stage somewhere.

And the Mojito...absolute bliss. I have never tasted anything quite as sublime. Ecstasy in a glass. Richard, I shall forever worship at your altar!

All in all it was a wonderful evening, one that shall live on in my memory till the end of my days. Unfortunate that it took this long.