When we get back to the bar there is some commotion about Clarity being injured, but there is no existing evidence. Clarity is up and around as usual, Marley’s overproof shot must have been a wicked painkiller. Sweetie Pie and I decide to switch from warm Red Stripe to warm rum. It goes down smooth and easy at the Pelican. The bar is hopping.
Brasi and I pick out a good spot for the McCleod tartan. I ask Brasi if he brought a pen. “I knew you were going to ask that!” He smiles. No worries, we’ll leave our mark anonymously. I find a cross bar as high as I can reach and tie the scarf off in a knot then drape it over the rafter. It looks good. We take it in for a few and Sweetie Pie snaps a shot. We’re clearly not clear headed as we forget to get a shot of us with the tartan.
Sweetie Pie and I end up on the dock platform with another group that has come out to the Pelican. We’re both pretty mesmerized by the place and are discussing the possibility and logistics of actually being married there. “It would be perfect,” says one of the ladies in the group, “It can be done, it has been done. You just need a minister willing to come out here.” We talk excitedly for a minute and then realize there is no way we could get our parents out here. The boat transfers would be just about impossible. Around this time Marley has tottled in and says something like, “They wouldn’t have any problem getting into or out of Catcha!” I believe this moment would be referred to as planting the seed…
