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Re: OchoRios - My "Wait any longer and I would have suffocated trip report"
Our meal is standard fare for Curry...not what Marilyn ordered for her retirement party...but good nonetheless. She did not utter a word of discontent about the menu...although she had paid for different.
The one man band...or rolling karaoke star...struck up with a tune from the 30s...Frank Sinatra or similar. I thought to myself...eeehh?? shrugged and gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was allowing us to enjoy our dinner. Of course he didn't want us to get up in the middle of dinner to shake a tailfeather...so I relaxed. Better will soon come.
Marilyn must have had the same thought because she mumbles "Interesting"...and goes back to our conversation and the meal. Sassy, SistaCaf and Classy are sitting in stunned amazement.
Then another Skycastle "resident" and her hubby enter the pool area. She is dressed in a sparkly sequin (large sequins) shirt...and what looks like muscle man workout pants...you know the ones with the velcro waist... [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img] One of the ladies whispers...no she didn't.
Mr. Lounge continues to sing leisurely elevator music...some I have heard...some that was WAAAYY before the time of dinosaurs. I have blocked these songs from memory...or I would hum a few tunes for your enjoyment. He walks over to his giant sound system and changes some settings...the music fades away...and I think okay finally Reggae.
Something similar to My Achy Breaky Heart...or there's a Tear in My Beer...is being sang...AALLLL over Skycastles by Mr. Lounge. Talk abut some heated ladies...we whisper harshly at the table about the tunes. There is some serious chatter now...oh boy.
Sistacaf decides that she will take a swim until he starts with the real tunes. You see we are still trying to be patient with the man.
Suddenly, he starts another country western song...and Marilyn leaps from her seat...she prances over to him. She politely (I assume because you would have definitely heard me over the sound system in the same spot) tells him that she has paid him for the night...and she is expecting reggae tunes. She asks him to please not sing another country western or bygone era song. Then she struts off as only Marilyn can.
She sits down...and he strikes up with Bob Marley...okay this is better...this is an improvement.
Our meal is standard fare for Curry...not what Marilyn ordered for her retirement party...but good nonetheless. She did not utter a word of discontent about the menu...although she had paid for different.
The one man band...or rolling karaoke star...struck up with a tune from the 30s...Frank Sinatra or similar. I thought to myself...eeehh?? shrugged and gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was allowing us to enjoy our dinner. Of course he didn't want us to get up in the middle of dinner to shake a tailfeather...so I relaxed. Better will soon come.
Marilyn must have had the same thought because she mumbles "Interesting"...and goes back to our conversation and the meal. Sassy, SistaCaf and Classy are sitting in stunned amazement.
Then another Skycastle "resident" and her hubby enter the pool area. She is dressed in a sparkly sequin (large sequins) shirt...and what looks like muscle man workout pants...you know the ones with the velcro waist... [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img] One of the ladies whispers...no she didn't.
Mr. Lounge continues to sing leisurely elevator music...some I have heard...some that was WAAAYY before the time of dinosaurs. I have blocked these songs from memory...or I would hum a few tunes for your enjoyment. He walks over to his giant sound system and changes some settings...the music fades away...and I think okay finally Reggae.
Something similar to My Achy Breaky Heart...or there's a Tear in My Beer...is being sang...AALLLL over Skycastles by Mr. Lounge. Talk abut some heated ladies...we whisper harshly at the table about the tunes. There is some serious chatter now...oh boy.
Sistacaf decides that she will take a swim until he starts with the real tunes. You see we are still trying to be patient with the man.
Suddenly, he starts another country western song...and Marilyn leaps from her seat...she prances over to him. She politely (I assume because you would have definitely heard me over the sound system in the same spot) tells him that she has paid him for the night...and she is expecting reggae tunes. She asks him to please not sing another country western or bygone era song. Then she struts off as only Marilyn can.
She sits down...and he strikes up with Bob Marley...okay this is better...this is an improvement.
and rollin' ova in the corner. 
you were hilarious.
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