(Trip Report Continued from previous page)
My friend who works in PR for Pabst Blue Ribbon had given me some "beer cozies" and charged me with taking some pictures in weird places during my travel. So I slid one of them over my red Stripe and posed for a picture. Maureen asked me what I was doing. I tried to explain, but judging by her facial expression she found this concept quite bizarre. “It's just a beer,... with the wrong label. Why would your friend want a picture of it?”. It kinda don't make sense.
Robert, Maureen's business partner, came and joined us on the bench-side of the bar. He brought a local newspaper and was studying the soccer results.
Before coming we had watched "Three Sheets' Jamaica" episode a gazillion times and had seen the shows hard-drinking host brought to his knees by a nip of JB over-proof. Jamar had since been talking about JB non-stop and since Maureen had been the first to pour us that mysterious wet (back when she worked at the “For Real” bar), we kind of felt it was safest to continue the tradition and let Jamar have his first JB and Ting at Sunnyside, under the watchful eye of Maureen. She had almost not allowed us to even try the liquid and had given us one of those deadly disapproving glances upon ordering it. So we figured, if she said it was OK, then it was.
While Jamar was unwittingly sipping the strongest mixed drink of his life, and Daisy was in an intense conversation with Maureen, I talked to Robert about soccer. I really wanted to see a game, since soccer is kinda weird in the US (getting better though ).
Robert offered immediately to take me to a game in MoBay that Sunday. To my surprise I heard though that barely anyone cared about the Premier League. Highschool soccer is what people here are really into. I wish I could have taken him up on that offer, but the few days we had in Jamaica just didn't allow for too many excursions.
We finished our beers and eventually said our good-byes. Daisy was itchy about leaving some message to let you all know we were still alive on Negril.com. So we sauntered a few feet further up the beach to find an internet cafe.
Boozing pretty hard, me and Jamar decided to lay down under a sun chair, while indoors Daisy sent out word to whoever was waiting for it (according to her, getting on the internet was some sort of a national emergency).
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. I think he may have been a little toasted from the contact. I am a little scared of regular dogs, but the dogs along the beach seem so harmless. Great photos!
