‘Life’s a Beach’ - or - AnD nOw FoR sOmEtHiNg CoMpLeTeLy DiFfErEnT -

[Hubby-man]

Your writing has such an amazing flow, I really admire it!
Can't wait for more

[Kahuna3]

Your writing has such an amazing flow, I really admire it!
Can't wait for more

Thanks Hubby-man - you are no slouch yourself!

Tomorrow morning I depart for five weeks in Negril. Yowzaa! This is gonna be an epic trip. I’m going to shake things up this year; work at doing something new or different every couple of days.

Last year I went for five weeks, but I spent a lot of time in my room because I was working on my novel and I was at the point where it had taken ahold of me – I was literally just along for the ride – desperately channeling the story via a stream of consciousness that came from I know not where.

But this year I’m gonna chill. And explore, and . . . who knows?

This morning I drove through slush and freezing rain to meet Fabs at our local Timmy’s for a coffee. He’s as stoked as I am about our upcoming ‘guy’ week. When he had to go back to work he sighed and stood up, we bumped fists and he said, “See you on the beach, Dude.”

I have one more short Fabs story to relate, then that will be it for him until he gets on the rock.

My next update will be from Negril :>)

Laay-tah mon!

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A couple of days after the Burger King ‘walk thru’ incident Fabs and I went up to Cafe Goa for a late breakfast. It was a Sunday morning and when we arrived at the place there was a little party going on.

A trio of musicians (obviously tourists) was jamming and singing some up-tempo Blues classics. I love The Blues, so to hear it being played in Negril was a trip. The group was pretty tight too; they had an acoustic guitar, a banjo and an electric bass. I believe these guys were from South Carolina. After a couple of numbers they switched out of The Blues and launched into a rousing rendition of The Dead’s ‘The Women Are Smarter’.

There were a lot of people around and this got the place a hoppin’. Fabs, as usual, was scanning the crowd and spotted a good looking babe sitting at the opposite counter. He nudged me and nodded in her direction. She was with a girlfriend. They were watching the band and getting-off on the lyrics of the song. When the guitar player sang the refrain:

‘It ain't me
It's the people that say
Men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Smarter than the man in every way’

The girls whooped and laughed and clapped their hands – as if this was some kind of great revelation, which of course it isn’t. Then the good looking one noticed Fabs. She glanced at him, lowered her head a little and gave him a coquettish ‘come hither’ smile.

Fabs, looked at me, said, “We’re on,” and struck out for the other side of the bar. I thought it was a bit early but followed obediently. Introductions were made. Fabs grabbed the stool beside the woman and started a conversation. I said hello to her friend, but she was more interested in the band – frankly, so was I. I hung out and listened until the band took a break, then I said goodbye to Fabs, crossed the road and went down to the beach looking for something to eat.

I didn’t see Fabs for the rest of that day, nor did I see him on Monday. He was M.I.N. On Tuesday morning I was laying on a beach lounge when he sauntered up and sat down on the sand beside me.

He yawned. He looked beat. I told him so.

“Yeah, I’m whacked,” he said, “but it’s a good whacked.” Then he flashed me a triumphant, ‘cat that just ate the canary’ smile.

“So?” I said.

“So? So what?” All innocent-like but grinning.

“Come on, man.”

So he told me – the whole kiss-n-tell. I’ll leave out the finer details (her hair, her scent, various aspects of her body, etc, etc, etc. (No, not very chivalrous, in fact decidedly un-gallant, but I think women do this too.)

Fabs told me that he’d spent an hour at Cafe Goa chatting this woman up and buying her drinks. After that, he and the chiquita (that’s what he called her) left and went in search of the closest available room that they could find. I guess Fabs was feeling guilty about locking me out of our room the night of The Jungle. They ended up in the TreeHouse Room at Lazy Dayz. Fabs told me that it was a very cool, two-level suite with a big bed on the top level. The only problem he had was that the unit was basically built on a set of tall, telephone-like poles, and when they were gettin’ it on, they set their little love-nest to swaying back and forth. Fabs said it was a bit scary, but it was fun and made him feel powerful.

So now you have an idea of how Fabs rolls. Let’s see what happens next week when he gets here.

‘That's right
The women are smarter
That's right
The women are smarter . . .’