It turns out there are five kinds of rum and over seven ounces of booze in a Zombie.
But at least it’s tasty!
Stormy weather ahead…
And the hilarious part is that I wound up with a Zombie because I asked for “whatever drink comes in the Easter Island head cup,” but the bartender followed my pointing finger instead of my voice and told me I would be getting a Zombie, when what I should have been getting was a Mai Tai. Naturally, I rectified the situation, because Easter Island.
Of course, by that point, I had exceeded my tolerance for tropical drinks to the point where I had to order a whiskey cocktail just to put my humors in order. However, it was thought that photography would be unkind.