01-27-2018, 08:21 PM
Volleyball was being played here and there along the beach. Can't remember where I was when I stopped to watch some top-notch women players playing some hardcore 2-on-2 which if you don't know takes tremendous skill.
A Jamaican youth was working on backflips, handstands and other gymnastics moves down by Margarittaville.
A very talented white Canadian saxophone player with dreadlocks named Isaac aka I-Sax was playing with various house bands ie-Hurricane Band. Added a lot to the ambiance.
Bought banana bread almost daily. Vendor came by frequently. Not sure why I didn't buy any of the ganja brownies/cake. Guess I've never been a big edibles guy. Not a fan of anything too strong.
The show was winding down at Roots Bamboo when I noticed the owner Denise Plummer dancing by herself behind the bar so I ran over to the bar and started dancing "with her" saying "It must have been a good night," to which she smiled.
Had my trusty survival knife with me to cut mangoes, open beers, and (ahem) clean my fingernails. Left it behind with one of the staff whom I've known a long, long time after he begged it from me literally every day for a week. Gave me satisfaction to give it to him and he'll make good use of it. The knife he was carrying was a joke.
Went to The Jungle on a couple occasions. Ladies night (free admission Thurs) is still very popular. $1000J for the men. Most of the early (pre-2am) action is upstairs on the deck; then the heat picks up on the dancefloor downstairs and the grinding begins. It was literally too hot for me downstairs. I needed fresh air.
Cabbies insistent I needed to go to Scrub a Dub since I left the Jungle without a woman.
On Monday's the late-night (2-5 am) party is "Mega-Mondays." Then on the West End there's "Rocky Wednesdays." I opted not to go. It sounded like fun but I played it safe and opted for going to bed so I could get up in the morning before noon.
At this hour if I walk the road/sidewalk a motorcycle is guaranteed to pull up alongside with a young girl on the back looking for a date and you wish she had better opportunities in life. Politely declining leads to a request for dinner from the nearest jerk vendor followed by a request for a cigarette and if you're not in the mood to buy her anything the name-calling begins "Cheap Charlie," "you're not gentleman" etc. And if you buy her a cigarette, well, that's just a ruse to give her more time to intensify her sales pitch.
Never figured a 26-year-old woman from the hills above Kingston would ask me how to roll a spliff (built with a filter), but that did in fact happen. Hey, I've had practice.
Watched a delightfully bad B-movie "Blood and Bone" via the internet/youtube during one rainstorm while sitting on my porch. It was around 7pm, really dark already, and I had a Bluetooth speaker for sound. Soon I had five person Jamaican audience joining me. Lotta chatter. Lotta fun.
A Jamaican youth was working on backflips, handstands and other gymnastics moves down by Margarittaville.
A very talented white Canadian saxophone player with dreadlocks named Isaac aka I-Sax was playing with various house bands ie-Hurricane Band. Added a lot to the ambiance.
Bought banana bread almost daily. Vendor came by frequently. Not sure why I didn't buy any of the ganja brownies/cake. Guess I've never been a big edibles guy. Not a fan of anything too strong.
The show was winding down at Roots Bamboo when I noticed the owner Denise Plummer dancing by herself behind the bar so I ran over to the bar and started dancing "with her" saying "It must have been a good night," to which she smiled.
Had my trusty survival knife with me to cut mangoes, open beers, and (ahem) clean my fingernails. Left it behind with one of the staff whom I've known a long, long time after he begged it from me literally every day for a week. Gave me satisfaction to give it to him and he'll make good use of it. The knife he was carrying was a joke.
Went to The Jungle on a couple occasions. Ladies night (free admission Thurs) is still very popular. $1000J for the men. Most of the early (pre-2am) action is upstairs on the deck; then the heat picks up on the dancefloor downstairs and the grinding begins. It was literally too hot for me downstairs. I needed fresh air.
Cabbies insistent I needed to go to Scrub a Dub since I left the Jungle without a woman.
On Monday's the late-night (2-5 am) party is "Mega-Mondays." Then on the West End there's "Rocky Wednesdays." I opted not to go. It sounded like fun but I played it safe and opted for going to bed so I could get up in the morning before noon.
At this hour if I walk the road/sidewalk a motorcycle is guaranteed to pull up alongside with a young girl on the back looking for a date and you wish she had better opportunities in life. Politely declining leads to a request for dinner from the nearest jerk vendor followed by a request for a cigarette and if you're not in the mood to buy her anything the name-calling begins "Cheap Charlie," "you're not gentleman" etc. And if you buy her a cigarette, well, that's just a ruse to give her more time to intensify her sales pitch.
Never figured a 26-year-old woman from the hills above Kingston would ask me how to roll a spliff (built with a filter), but that did in fact happen. Hey, I've had practice.
Watched a delightfully bad B-movie "Blood and Bone" via the internet/youtube during one rainstorm while sitting on my porch. It was around 7pm, really dark already, and I had a Bluetooth speaker for sound. Soon I had five person Jamaican audience joining me. Lotta chatter. Lotta fun.