I don't care how much I pay (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day (Too much, the Magic Bus)
The thought of this day with this group of people was pretty much the stem that broke the camel’s back for us regarding a sooner than expected return to Negril. It really wasn’t in the cards financially but we made it happen. In the end, it would cost us even more than we had anticipated. In the end, it was one of the greatest bargains of our lives…
We’re rolling on Sav road and there is electricity running through the bus. Everyone is amped (Brasi doesn’t really show it but we know it’s true) and sporting megawatt smiles. I’m trying to tell a story to Mrs. SpottyCatz who’s sitting next to me and I can’t get through it. She has this “I don’t understand/what’s that about?/well I never” sort of thing she does that will just drop you. She is the perfect foil to riff off of and we’re in stitches. It’s another one of those couples insights we had throughout the week. She is Mrs. Abbott to Mr. Costello, Mrs. Martin to Mr. Lewis. She can totally direct the flow of the riff with a face or perfectly delivered word or phrase. I would call her the perfect straight lady but that just doesn’t seem appropriate. She is KILLING me, and I fall in love right then and there…
Booger and I open a slaughterhouse and infant sacrifice is the order of the day. We implement a plan for a full Magic Bus Fumigation System but it goes awry. We end up using a Direct Application Program but it still causes a lot of collateral damage.
I whip out my banana rum cream for a pass around. I offer the creamy banana fluid to all takers and it gets a little sordid. EVERY SINGLE TURTLE has a taste of my banana rum cream and LOVES it. EVERY SINGLE TURTLE offers a different twist on a double entendre. Many take a second slurp of my banana rum cream and offer double double entendres. I love it…
Ninja is up front playing with bottles. Something gets handed back to me that LOOKS like rum punch. I take a BIG slug. “Schwabbadda-Humminna-Whoooo!” I blurt, or something to that effect. “That’s STROOONG!” Mrs. SpottyCatz LOVES this and we have another good laugh. My hands are MORE than full at this point. “Anybody ever heard of a Trifecta?” I ask. A round of quizzical responses leads me to provide a somewhat altered presentation of the deed. Still, very effective, especially with gasoline.
Ninja and Pooper are in the process of developing an incredibly deep bond over their shared obsession with Peanut Butter. Yep, Peanut Butter. And yes, obsession. At first I was kind of thinking, “Peanut butter, really?” Yes, really. Peanut Butter. And obsessed, seriously obsessed. About peanut butter. I mean they like their peanut butter. A lot. They go on and on about peanut butter. You’d think that eventually they would tire of peanut butter and their desire for peanut butter but they don’t. They love it. Peanut butter, that is. Yep, Peanut butter…
It really doesn’t seem like we’re that far down the road when someone calls out for a pit stop. As most everyone has shared in the English Breakfast this morning nearly the whole bus has emptied to empty. “I ain’t breaking the seal yet!” I tell Ninja. “I know what you mean,” says Ninja,”I’ve been thinking about that, but this seal is breaking.” I figure this crew is stopping again before YS so I’m OK. Only time all day I miscalculated our ability to be distracted.
A loooonnnnggggg while later the bale get back on board and we roll. Sweetness has been sitting in front of us and we’ve had a bunch of classic Sweetness conversation. Positivity and light, hope and love, peace and understanding are her basic sub-context stock in trade. Sweetie Pie and I are involved in some major spiritual bonding with Sweetness. Then she takes it to a whole new level. Booger and Pooper are sitting behind us and I hear the extra jump seat in their row drop down. We turn around to see Pooper has plopped. She is laid out on the extra seat. I’m howling! “First one down!” I holler, “Boardie Down! Boardie Down!” Pooper is getting a raft from the whole Magic Bus when I hear from behind me… “BELLY SHOTS!!” I turn around and there is Sweetness with her little devil smile and a couple of fingers pressed to her lips. “I didn’t think it was possible Sweetness, but you just took my respect for you to a whole new level!” I said. I didn’t say what actually happened… I fell in love with her. Right There, Right Then…
Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus
Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus
No one is making a request to take another rest stop. I’m not gonna do it if I don’t have to. I may have to, I’m thinking when I recognize that we’ll be at YS very shortly. Whew!
Give me a hundred (Magic Bus)
I won't take under (Magic Bus)
We’re off the Magic Bus quickly and I jump in line to buy our tickets. Purchased, I hand them to Sweetie Pie and run for the restroom.
Goes like thunder (Magic Bus)
It's a four-stage wonder (Magic Bus)
I break the seal on Pandora’s Box. I have an inordinately long time to think about strange things. Like,”If I were in a contest right now like the flop yesterday I would be off the charts for Force, Duration and Volume, I bet Distance if I had the chance…” and “I wonder how long it takes turtles to pee…”
