Finally, after six months of fail (see here), we finally got our coke smile shirts. After liters upon liters of the stuff. After coaxing all the eateries we frequent for bottlecaps. After getting my hyperacidity back after a couple of years, we finally got our coke shirts.

We refused to buy the fake ones for sale we saw at various places, stuck to our guns and waited patiently.

Thanks to Karlo for telling Sarah and me about the Greenwich promo.

Thanks to Abi, Vins, Pao, Kiko, Rc for eating the five meals for the two shirts.

You can’t see it, but I have the biggest grin under the shirt.

(in picture from left: me, karlo, sarah)