Brasi Trip Report April 2012<br>
#4 Dancehall and a Diva<br>
(note: my entries are not in chronological order)
Iâ€m smiling, shaking my booty. Lisa is grinding and gyrating up against me. The downstairs at The Jungle is positively packed and Iâ€m having an insane time. Itâ€s ladies night. But it should be Alex night because I'm loving every second I'm spending with a great woman. Then, as if it can get better...
Lisa turns around and puts her arms around me, then backs off, arms bent, with her hands softly on my shoulders.
She looks me in the eye. I came to know this look. It is the look that says “I GOT this guy in the palm of my hand.†LOL.
“You ok, Alex?†she says, playfully, eyes sparkly, shimmering. She plants a soft, light kiss on lips, mouth partly open. Her eyelashes make me into mush.
Well…except…oh...uh...yes. Iâ€m … er …just fine. Except that well…nevermind. haha.
Just then…GerryG123 saunters up…she looks over my shoulder and lets me know.
“Letâ€s go,†he says. “Chris is waiting.â€
"Ok."
As I follow Gerry toward the exit, it's like exiting a tunnel back into the real world. Walking past a huge crowd of sweathy bodies, guys nodding at me, some refusing to achknowledge my presence, some women looking at me with disdain, others with curiousity, others with no expressions at all.
We arrive in the ante room. Then: I see an old friend, Judge! Heâ€s been looking for me, someone texted him about me being here. We embrace and as we back up, a Jamaican guy asks me for some money with no respect for the fact that I am involved in a conversation.
Heâ€s decently dressed, INSIDE the Jungle. Times canâ€t be too tough, and frankly, if they are, why are you inside this place?
“Sorry man, almost out of money.†I was telling the truth. Iâ€d dropped around a few thousand J on the cover charge for a few of us.
“Buy me a drink,†he said. I am pretty sure he was drunk.
“Sorry man, donâ€t buy beer for men,†I said. “Unless you have a poon?â€
This is my favorite line to use in this situation. I know it has potential to make folks angry. So be it. If you are asking me to buy you a drink…I can ask you if youâ€re a real man. If you ask me for money because you are on the street, or because you legitimately need assistance…thatâ€s different.
But a drink?
The guy got pissed. He put his fist in my face, close enough to touch my cheek. He leaned in and said “You better watch your mouth.â€
I walked away. In the states…well…letâ€s just say itâ€d have been different.
“Later bro,†I said. A few people saw what happened and stepped in between.
We exited The Jungle.
I retrieved my Yankees hat from the “confiscated†bin and followed Chris from Seastar to the van. He was nice enough to drive several us here this night. Very cool of him and why, for my money and pleasure, the Seastar is one of the best places to stay in Negril. The service there, and the food, and the vibe…UNTOUCHABLE.
Gerry was in the van, and immediately lit up. Par for his course, he began asking others questions about their night and providing color commentary about his own observations. He was his normal jovial and opinionated self. The change this time was that Gerry settled down a bit…I think some of the “thrill-seeking†may have taken a toll on the Mighty Californian.
When we got back to my room at Seastar, I took a shower while Lisa rolled up a sub. I had a great time with her on this night and was hoping to ask her to come back next week after I returned from Belmont to stay at “Beach Place.†Iâ€d met her briefly on my last trip and had asked her in to go to The Jungle “when I came back.†I love to meet girls but sometimes the Jungle is 1. Apt to allow you to be introduced to too many 2. The girls at the Jungle are not always the kind you really wanna hang with.
I knew Lisa was cool, and real, and would keep me away from that other type of girl. I'd made a great decision and I think she had a blast too. For real, Lisa had made my night. It was cool to hang out with someone with ‘potential†for some romance. It was cool to be able to talk to someone who knew the ins and outs of life on the rock. And that scene where she pit her arms around me was straight outta a dream.
We snuggled a little and went to sleep. When we woke up, around 9:30 am, we chatted a bit and she decided to head back to Mandeville.
As soon as she left, Iâ€d wished Iâ€d asked her to chill in Belmont but I already had made plans with another pal.
Now: what was I gonna do on this bright Friday morning?
NEXT UP: The trip gets lil crazy