On-StJohn.com reader Rob ( a.k.a on some of the travel forums as nogooddaddy or pipanale) made a promise to dance the Conga – in a grass skirt and coconut bra – to Ruth at St. John Spice a year or so ago as part of his (no one will EVER remember this) birthday planning for his next trip.
Ruth isn’t one to forget. Ruth calls her chips.
A year has gone by. It is time to pay up. And Ruth’s camera was set to video.
Mind you, Rob seems like a mild-mannered family man with a wife and daughter and a very snarky Website. But this took guts.
Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. See what happens when you make promises on St. John, below…