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    Efforts to move on to the next bar on the crawl materialize and evaporate. Amber Glow gets a Pina Colada and raves about it. Sips around confirm it is a great one. I tell a story about having one at the Hilton Caribe in San Juan where it was invented, this one is close, chunky with pineapple bits. Sweetie Pie really likes it. “Johnny, do you have $5?” asks Amber Glow. “Yes.” “Give it to me!” she says with a big smile. Shortly she returns with a Pina Colada for Sweetie Pie.

    We never get past Pee Wees on the pub crawl, we’re just having too much fun. We notice the bus coming back down the road with passengers. There’s lots of talk of what to do from here. Some are ready to head back to the beach, some are going to hang here for a while and catch a cab back. Johnny Fast and Amber Glow would like to walk up to Xtabi and Rockhouse but aren’t having much luck convincing any of their Fun Holiday pals to go. Sweetie Pie and I are trying to figure out our plan when Johnny and Amber come over, “Let’s go up and look at Rockhouse.” As we’re standing at the gate at Pee Wees talking about what the plan is Amber Glow looks over across the road. “Oh my God!” she exclaims, “SOMEBODY is mooning the bus!” A head shaking bust out ensues. So long pub crawl, Much Love!!

    We give Johnny and Amber the inebriated and abbreviated version of the safe walking rules. At one point at No Limit I had to grab Ambers arm and pull her off the road to avoid a car and I want to have a safe walk. We move cautiously and have a nice talk on the way to Xtabi. As we turn in the bar roof rises up in front of us and Amber lets out a little gasp. We step up to the bar and I order a round of Dirty Bananas. The bartender delivers a thing of beauty. The side of the glass has been drizzled with chocolate syrup before the drink was poured and the glass looks like a delicious piece of pop art. “I don’t know if this is the best Dirty Banana of the week but it sure is the prettiest!” I tell the bartender. “Presentation, mon, respect!” he answers and the smile on his face says it all. We tour the cliffs and go down in the beach cave. On the way out I set my glass on the bar and the bartender shoots me a look. “Not JUST the prettiest…” I say with a big smile. Out shoots the fist and with a return smile he says, “Thank you, mon, respect.” I believe I’ve said it before and I know I will say it again, I love Xtabi.

    We continue up the road to Rockhouse. Sweetie Pie and Amber are on a roll and I enjoy Johnny’s viewpoint on any topic we stumble across. Against one of those walls that has a tree growing streetside we hold up because a car is coming. I turn around to say something to Johnny and as I turn back to peak around the tree the car is RIGHT THERE. Whoosh! What a head rush! And a nice wake up call to keep your wits on the road.
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    Conversation rolls, it is easy and enjoyable. It comes out very late in the evening that Johnny is a musician, I’m not surprised. Dinner shows and is delicious. Johnny is happy with his steak, Amber likes the conch burger and Sweetie Pie and I are in heaven for another brief visit. It is a glorious night, more joy to go around than we can hold, spilling over to anyone near us with an open heart. We have made best friends for a day and what a day it’s been. I’ve been in the depths of a subterranean Jamaican death pit and scaled the heights of the West end. I’ve seen people with their hand out asking and people with their hand out helping. I’ve watched folks move through the landscape disconnected and others who walk through a community completely connected. I have engaged in great excess in the direct presence of great poverty. I have had a lifetime moment again in a place I was afraid was relegated to the dusty back bins of my history. Dichotomies run deep in this place. I am so attracted to it.

    We decide the legs are finished, then we decide we are too. “I don’t think anyone’s still at Pee Wees,” we all say. We pay our respects to the bartender, he goes and gets Conch God. A lot of mutual respect goes around. I am blissing. Me and Conch God, we ain’t done. Mi an im, wi godda ting.

    We walk out to the street and are asked if we need a taxi. “700 to drop us off at Home Sweet Home and take them to Fun Holiday.” He thinks for a moment, “OK.” We talk about staying in touch on the taxi ride, I tell them about negril.com. “I’ll probably be Johnny Fast on there,” he says. We never exchange last names even. As we exit the taxi at Home Sweet Home there is consensus again – Great Night! Lots of Fun. Thanks Johnny and Amber…

    We sidle on up to our room and momentarily are laid out on the bed. Sweetie Pie’s eyes are closed, a faint smile on her lips. “Did you have fun, sweetie?” I ask. “Fun!...fun, fun, fun…” comes the drifting reply. I kiss her cheek and revisit a thought I’d had earlier sitting on the deck at Xtabi. This place can be mine, again. This place can be ours, too. It doesn’t have to compete, it doesn’t have to conflict, it just has to be. And it is, in spades…
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