Originally Posted by
mwenvlay
i spotted that party hut and figured i could roll over and see if they were selling rum.
so, i grabbed my cup, rolled over and asked (in ann obnoxious ny accent), "do you guys have rum?" this guy standing right next to where i rolled up said, "sure, we have rum. would you like some?"
me: "oh, you guys aren't vendors? you're just hanging?"
guy (in an east coast-ish accent): "yeah, it's my birthday and we're celebrating, but we can give you some rum!"
me: "are you from ny?"
guy: "philly."
me: "even better! but you're jamaican?"
guy: "yeah, i'm jamaican."
me: "i'm from brooklyn! growing up all my friends were jamaican, african, indian- that's how i wound up traveling so much!"
i pointed to the other guy he's with and asked if he's jamaican. first guy said no, that's his best friend and he's been trying to get him to come to ja with him for years.
me (to best friend): "you love it, right?"
best friend laughed and confirmed.
i then apologized for being a party crasher and they told me it's all good and gave me a huge shot of wray and nephew. one of the relatives (an older jamaican man) asked me if i needed any mixer and i explain that i'd actually been on the hunt for rum because i wanted to mix it with my soursop juice. birthday guy said to his friend, "yeah! remember that crazy fruit i showed you and said the juice is so good??? that's what she's talking about!" i told them i'd be happy to get my bottle, if they'd like to share with me and they gave the assent. so, i rolled back over to where ti boss and i had our set-up and got the bottle of soursop juice and the bottle of rum cream.