We’re back to the beach and the world’s greatest cocktail party continues. Sweetie Pie gets hit by a haggler. He steps up to her holding out a hand as if to greet, and when Sweetie puts her hand up in return he whips a string bracelet around her wrist. I laugh and as he reaches down to my wrist I pull it back. “No, no,” I say, “not me! But I’ll pay 500 for the bracelet you snuck onto her wrist!” He presses on, inquiring on my left handedness. He has worked this routine a thousand times at least, I’m thinking, just this year. I am resistant but it is futile, I end up giving him another 300…
At one point I’m just about overwhelmed. I can’t believe I’m standing here with all these people. I realize I have the camera in my pocket and I slip away for a few moments to check my head and to try to capture the afternoon.
I head up the stairs to the bar and catch Sweetness looking at me. Do you see the little devil in our wonderful angel? Jim is in King of the Party mode.
I just got access to these pictures this morning. I laughed out loud when I saw this next pic. I now present photographic evidence of my prose. Please notice the Ricardo’s and Mertz’s– Mrs SpottyCatz with a wry smile, Indy Bob in preparation for a classic rail lean, Lurker Cindy is a blur and it appears Mr SpottyCatz is preparing for a game of grabass.
Crap focus and I STILL love this one. Indy Bob in his full on, SpottyCatz in his trance dance, maybe my favorite Cindy face of the trip and Rasta Stan on the move…
Rasta Stan chatting up Lisa. This is Rob 98% of the time at any webcast…
Not much in the way of color tonight but the sunset is always beautiful in Negril.
I can’t believe that we’re all here. Did it really happen?
There are plans afoot to head to a comedy show out at Moondance Cliffs. Chicken is coming to pick us up!! Things are pulled together, sort of, and we TRY to make our way out. The exit from SeaSplash is as comically slow as the ride in from Mo Bay. Turtles indeed. I see Chicken and give a holler to match my smile. “The coolest man in Jamaica!” says Chicken with his trademark smile, “I love this guy!” He gives me the boxer 1,2,3. Dang, hello orbit…
Eventually, all who are going get on board and we head out. Supposed to be going to Moondance. Yeah, right, umm, I mean left… We’re in Jamaica…
