Negril is better than ever! I am here, and I am having a GOOD time!

[gerryg123]

So we're sitting on the balcony, five of us, and a storm starts brewing. First the distant thunder n lightning, then the storm started to gain strength, and it was on baby. Rain was pouring HARD, lightning was striking all over the place in the sea and behind us, too, and at some points there were three lightning bolts at the same time, an electrical show of the highest order.

We ate tuna sandwiches, smoked up, and soon enough, the storm settled.

It was Lenny and Maryjane and their friend, Ruth. We went back to Seastar Inn.

I had a big plate of spaghetti with some salad, hangin' with Chris and some yardies at the bar. It was two for one drinks, and I had four hummingbirds (not the hotel). It was only about 6 p.m., a couple of hours before the big Saturday Seastar party, when I staggered to my room and drifted to sleep. I slept so incredibly well that I didn't even hear a single note of music, not one drum beat, and I woke up, knowing only that it was dark outside. I missed the party.

Looked at watch, 3 a.m., oh wow. Time to make my own party, I guess. I don't have anyone tying my down, fighting over the TV clicker, so I am alone, just like I want it. I headed down the hill, stopped at Scrub a Dub, this time I didn't have the lady on my bike, and they charged me more money! That's OK, I love bargains, but I never worry about money.

In Negril, money are my fun tokens. There's a certain amount I am willing to spend to treat myself like a King -- about 200 to 300 per day, not including all the usual expenses -- and I love to spend it, baby. I still argue about every 100j, but it's all in good fun. I don't like to get played, and I have been here so many times that I know what everything costs, what everything SHOULD cost, and what costs this much here costs that much there .... It's all good, baby.

So anyway, there was this one dancer at Scrub A Dub that I had noticed before, her name is Rochella, but I couldn't pay much attention the other night cause Nicky was with me, and she thinks she is my girlfriend, but she's really just a friend, ha ha. Rochella, she don't look like most Jamaican girls, she is built different, like a gymnast, real slender and girlish and real YOUNG; I am sure is she 18 or 19, but she looks 15 or 16 ..... I hung out with her a little while, she has a pierced tongue .... Nice girl ....

At this point, I was still having a good time, enjoying riding my scooter at night, so I went down the street, stopped near the roundabout in front roof party to eat some Jerk chicken. Told the fool I'd eat his chicken and a red bull, but please keep the hagglers away while I eat cause I was stoned and wanted to enjoy it ... All good, no one really bothered me, I ate my Jerk chicken (not too spicy, as I order it that way), and then Tweety came along. She is real exotic looking, looks like she is from south beach or something with blue eyes (contacts), tatts and light skin. I remember her from last time, but she can't quite place who I am -- which is good, cause she kind of tried to hustle me last time, but at this point she don't remember that. But I do. Anyway, I am pretty much just chillin, not wantin anything from anybody -- can you believe it? American guy, 4 a.m., does not want chicken, does not any smoke, does not want drugs, does not want a girl. Just enjoying the fresh air, laughing with the locals. Can anyone relate to that?

Anyway, I am in a good mood, so I offer Tweety a ride, free ride, she jumps all over it. She hops on my bike, I take her up the hill, but first she wants to eat, so we stop at Mi Yard. I know I have been everywhere, but I had never been at Mi Yard.