I've got to find my way back, back to summer paradise - Nov 2011 Trip Report

[Flipadelphia26]

IN!

[CherryNorth49]

We arrived at Canoe and the band had already started playing. The webcast was set up, Rob was on the laptop and it looked like Lisa was chatting on some sort of net book. There seemed to be a group of boardies having a good time.

I will ask you not to judge me too harshly. Please keep in mind that I had found Negril.com not three weeks before we left for our trip. Heck, as I hadn't even registered yet, I was still only looking at thumbnail sized photographs in all the trip reports. I didn't really know who Rob and Lisa were and I didn't really have a good sense of the vibe on the board.

So we lurked at the webcast. Not a watching from home not signing into the chat kind of lurking, I was actually in Canoe, two tables over from Rob and Lisa and I lurked. Have I mentioned that I am generally pretty shy? This year, I promise I will say hi. However, if you are at Canoe on November 29 and see me hiding in the shadows, feel free to call me out.

The band was great. We had decided this would be our dinner stop for the evening. Sunshine had the lobster melt; he kept making borderline inappropriate noises of joy while he chowed down. I was carb craving and didn't want fancy, so I had the Pasta Carbonara, which was good. The portion was so huge; it didn't look like I had even started into it by the time I was done. It was happy hour and we certainly enjoyed the rum punch. I can't wait to have more, though I will warn others to proceed with caution. This stuff packs a wallop.

About half way through the two hour set, it decided to rain again. The band started hustling to move all their stuff under the shelter. We were disappointed that the show would be cut short, but it was totally understandable. Next thing we know, the band is crammed in under the overhang on the porch and they have started back up. Our table was now practically front row. They were great, but it sure was loud.

The rain let up before it was full dark, but the band continued on inside. They wrapped up and I was surprised they didn't pass a hat around. No worries, Sunshine wandered up and showed our appreciation. His understanding of the conversation? "Wah wah who wah." We are still not winning at this language thing.