Which circle of hell do drunks go to?

My friends, I have stumbled upon a very, very dangerous discovery.  One which might undermine all that I had wished to academically accomplish this year.  A secret which is at once both glorious and terrible.

It's called "The 12:00-6:00 Mojito-Burrito Special."

Eve was never tempted by a snake so cruel.  For a mere £8, you get a delicious and masterfully mixed mojito, either original or flavored, and a chicken, beef, or veggie burrito.  And this seductress happens to reside at Revolucion de Cuba, a Cuban rum bar and cantina which happens to be conveniently located across the narrow English street from the door to the archaeology department building.  What malevolent god has designed to strike me down in such a cunning fashion?  Touche, foul beast of sin.  You have bested me.

 My accomplice (the Dante to my Virgil, perhaps?) and I, midway through the journey of our life (that would be Monday) came across a forest dark (Mappin Street).  There we found the entry way to this den of debauchery.  I had passed it many times before, and had once even passed through its imposing oak doors and tasted their forbidden fruits (they make Dark n' Stormies!).  But I had never heard of their daily special.  And it involved burritos.  And booze.  It called to us.

My accomplice and I both chose passion fruit as the flavor of our sweet poison.

We then both partook of burritos of the chicken variety.

My accomplice, being from the Netherlands, claimed that she had never seen a burrito so big (*that's what she said*).  I was a little deflated.  But considering how difficult it is to find a good burrito in Washington state, I was surprised to find such a promising looking burrito on a completely different continent.

I was not disappointed.

It could have used a little more guacamole.  But I won't be picky.  Because when the other Mexican food option we have readily available is the Old El Paso stand in the Students' Union building, you'll take what you can get.

We then found that every Monday, the have the "Rum Club".  For a measly 10 pounds, you get three shots of three different rums from around the world, a cocktail, and more.

So this may be my last post for a while.  If you don't hear from me, you know where I am.

Hell.  And there's a party.