Enjoying a bit of Accra

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm sitting in a sportsbar. Air conditioning. Cold draft beer. Man-U on the big screen. American music. The food is great. Nachos. The atmosphere is friendly. The kids are distracted by the foosball table and Chloe wants to learn how to shoot pool with some local. The Brits in the next booth have a deck of cards and soon I'm dealing Texas Hold'em. Initially we were reluctant to go in, but I haven't felt this much a sense of escape since we hit the ESPNZone one night at Disneyland. Besides, it's Karaoke Friday. Wouldn't want to miss a thing like that. Quick hop back to our room to tuck the kids in and by 9:00 the bar has gone standing room only and our booth is prime real estate for any number of locals who'd like to sit for a moment. By locals I mean an endless stream of African women so beautiful my wife keeps poking me in the ribs and saying "did you see that?" "mmm-hmmm" i sheepishly reply. By sit for a moment i mean HELLO! I squeeze further in, get as narrow as possible, sit up a bit straighter, scoot yet a bit closer to the wife and try to keep the conversation with my new friends as superficial as possible: Yes, i am an american. Yes, that is my wife. Yes, i'm sure those Brits across the table would love your attention. No, i'm not going to sing. Goodnight.

Tomorrow night, "All You Can Drink" 10 pm to 1 am for only $10! Too bad we have to fly out.