I nurse the rest of my rum & water (ice melted) as we leave the westend and enter the beach road. I was looking forward to a fresh drink and a quiet place to chat. Mr. B just drove.

The phone rings. I see it’s Drivah A. He wants me to ride with him and continue hanging out when he’s finished working. I said to myself, why on earth would I leave this perfect night to simply “hang”??

“No darlin. But thanks for thinking about me.”
“No problem. You still need me to take you to the airport?”
“Airport?? No, not the airport I need you to take me to the bus. Remember?”
“That’s right. What time?”
“Can I call you back tomorrow with the time?”
“No problem. But listen, can you keep tomorrow night open for me?”
“umm yeah, sure.”

Mr. B turns onto Alfred’s lot.

Only a handful of people were at the bar when we came through the path. A nice comfortable sort but they look like they were about to leave. We sat and ordered drinks. Mr. B got pineapple juice & rum. I got tonic water & rum.

Mine was strong so I knew one was going to be enough.

We talked…asking each other “getting-to-know-you questions Part 2”. Deeper questions than what was discussed at On the Rocks. I liked his company more and more but wasn’t going to rush anything or read anything into his attention towards me.

I took a picture of our drinks and discovered the camera was still set to video. I turned the dial setting but couldn’t see which one I landed on so I set it down to look for my glasses. Mr. B picks it up and starts taking pictures. I nixed looking for the glasses and went back to my drink.

I was feeling good.

Mr. B looked puzzled. He didn’t like how the photos were looking. We took a couple together. Just goofing off. Again, he said something is not right. I looked at them.

“They look fine to me. Lift the flash.”

He did. Two more pictures but was still dissatisfied so he turned it off and sat it next to me.

We finished our drinks and he took me to my place. I got his number and said I would call him in the morning to take me to breakfast. He said he will be available. We said good night and I staggered to my room.

Freshened up a little, I crawled into bed and do what I do at the end of every night in Jamaica…I look at my pictures from the day.

I get to the ones that were taken at Alfreds and start laughing hard out loud. I discovered why Mr. B was so unhappy with the pictures he took. I accidently put the setting on fish-eye effect.

LOL

This is what our drinks looked like…you can only imagine how stupid our faces looked. And I was too blind and too drunk to see the problem. Yeap I was feeling gooooooood!





Good night Jamaica