Day5: Wednesday April 25, 2012 cont.
NINJA's 2Cents
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Drinks a flowing, conversation a having; we simply couldn’t make this night end any better. But wait theres a hunger in the air. We’ve got to eat, should it be here at Ivan’s? Or maybe back over to Eddies our second home away from our Jamaica home. Someone mentioned Bentleys and I know we had talked to Brasi before we left the States about having a dinner there one night but I remember something earlier happening with GerryG and the rest of the decisions makers (i.e my better half). At this point in the night I was just riding the wave that started at sunset. I was never sure how this day was gonna end and you see from my wifes report above I couldnt have guessed it. We all came to a consensus that we’d try bentley’s and if it was no joy then we’d just let the night take us where it may.
We found our self doing drinks in our room before we knew it and the hunger just kept coming up. We headed out to the gate to catch a ride down to Bentleys or wherever. As you know we made it to Bentleys and they fun just kept going. I started not to feel well for some reason. I don't know what was making my stomach upset but I knew I need to do something about it. My thought was I didn't want to eat this great food and then pretty much expel it an hour or even a minute later. I excused myself to handle the situation. On my way back up I heard Bentley scream where’s this guy and I laughed to myself. He is definitely a character. And by character I mean CHARACTER. Between the laugh the screaming and the look he was ON as they say. I would say he’s nuts but in that good way. We sat and talked and goofed around and Markus had his own intoxicating drink (little did he know it was just fruit juice). The food hit and we all shut up for a bit as we devoured our food. I’m not a crab cake kinda guy so I had a smorgasbord of other stuff in my plate. I really couldn't finish what was in my plate.
We just really had one of those magic nights where we had conversations about soooo many different things and just got to know each other so much more. I felt like the night should never end. After some more crazy talk by Bentley and stories about helping people get preggers with his magic conch soup we bid the chef farewell. On the way out we decided to go to PeeWee’s for a nightcap. Most of us if not all of us wanted more of a night nap than a nightcap but we pushed on. This is where the night turns into a Woddy Allen movie. PeeWee’s was clearly closed but within 15 minutes it was more alive than the Jungle or Alfreds. Perel and Eric were so entertaining, like watching Dean and Jerry or Clooney and Pitt. Eric would say something and Perel would sarcastically chime in. It was a classic back and forth with us speaking up here and there. All of a sudden Perel whips out his guitar and graces us with a bit of music. As he serenaded us the music encouraged some of us to dance and one local “friend” of Perel’s to add her own sound effects. She was quite humorous to say the least. As the night came to an end we had grown closer and had an experience none of us would forget. I dubbed this night “One Night In Negril”. And of course as I do I needed to make some art ode to the Night oh and a video of our concert. Thanks for the night everyone.
