After a dinner of Indian food, and a few beers each, we walked to the Ramadas. Carlos made sure neither of us had anything valuable that could easily be pickpocketed.
The place was brimming with anticuchos, but Chuck the German Turk wanted empanadas instead so we ordered three. By the time they were reheated on the anticucho grill, we were all in need of a refill. So with hot beef empanadas in hand, we went to another stall and ordered three more terremotos for 1000 pesos each. We ate up our food, and then went to play some games.
Not surprisingly I was the big loser, failing to hit any of the targets with my rubber bullets. But we found a game with coins in slots where "Todos Ganan!" [Everyone wins!] and we each ended up with a small stuffed animal. Chuck decided we should find some small kids to give them away to, which was not as hard at 1am as I would have guessed. With our third terremotos in hand we left the Ramadas and walked barefoot along the beach.
Indeed, those drinks worked. I woke up the next morning with a bed full of sand and realized I never washed my feet before falling asleep.