I Lost My Soul...

Our hero woke in a daze, his alarm clock flashing 9:30am. The sun was flooding his room through the set of blinds he had failed to close the night before, and there was movement on the horizon. He lingered a while, beneath the covers waiting for awakeness to find him, though upon his bladder's punching he rose and waddled skillfully through the flat...

Hours later, Pill, a very fine gentleman, knocked on our hero's door to inform him of their overcast situation, and therefore the lack of relaxing in the park. Our hero was disappointed by his flatmate's decision, so instead, after a big think and a shower, decided on Sunday Lunch. The idea was welcomed by the very fine gent and his better half, and upon consultation with the ever lovely Red, they were set. 

The town was quiet, people seemed to gather closely together like the weather, and they were all shopping. Our group of heroes turned right into an even quieter street where the sign for Revolution de Cuba could be found. They waited a while to be seated, and began discussing everything but the menu. Simply put, as it was two o'clock somewhere, the protagonists in question took up the alcohol and drank it in their quantity. Our hero, who had had a hard time getting drunk, ordered the most deadly sounding drink on the cocktails menu: a Nuclear Daiquiri. Having no idea what the ingredients were, he drank like Bond, from his cocktail glass, and watched as the green florescent liquid descended down his gullet. Later the waiter informed him of the 63% proof drink he had just consumed, and, happy with himself, our hero ordered another.

The food was wondrous, and the drinks were extra-special, and while the foursome made merry, the sun, and a biker gang, returned to town. The afternoon was warm, and the skies were pale blue. Upon the acquisition of a Frisbee, the group returned to their original plan of relaxing in the park. The day ticked on as they played and the sun began it's hideous descent. As they turned to head home our hero's soul detached from his shoe and he became one of the souless, a walking damned man. But the park was beautiful nonetheless...

Carpe diem...