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Re: Negril-The Relaxation Trip
Welcome to the Jungle
I wake up to the phone ringing. Where in the heck am I? Everything is all foggy and dark. I hear the phone ringing and I realize it’s the cell phone. It’s 250 waking us up. I tell him that I’m up and I’ll tell the girls. I said to call back at about 12:30, which gives us an hour. I go wake up Stacy and Tonya and we start to get ready. Man we are moving slow. 250 calls at who knows what time, I’m still kinda delirious. I tell them that we are coming, we are just moving slow. After getting it together and grabbing some rum, we head out the door to a taxi. I ask how much to take us to the Jungle and he says 100 each. Peace. The driver gets us there quick, quick. We give him the fee plus tip. He tells us that he hopes we have fun and that he will be around later so he could give us a ride back. I say thanks and head toward the gate. As we get up to the entrance we spot 250 and 150 is with him. We go to the entrance. It’s 400 for females and 500 for males. The guys lead the way. We get inside and-thank goodness there is dancehall playing. 250 and 150 lead Stacy and Tonya onto the floor. Ok, now what am I gonna do-play wall flower. Naw-let’s play my favorite game-People watching. So first I try to decide who is Jamaican and who isn’t. Then I start to cringe-the dancehall goes off and then hip-hop starts to play. BAHHHHHHHHHHH!! I didn’t come all the way to J-A-M-A-I-C-A to hear music I wouldn’t listen to in the States. AHHHHHHHHH!!! But that’s cool. I started to watch which songs that the crowd responded to. I’m kinda bouncing back and forth hoping I don’t have attitude written all the way across my face. Well more people watching---OH NO.....Not a Nelly song. Please Lord, spare me from another one-(Did you know that 2 Nelly songs in a row is the sign of the Apocolypse [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] -Just kidding) Anyway, I watch these drunk Americans start gyrating all over this Jamaican guy. Oh man. One of them was a hot mess. Just jumping and gyrating off rhythm. Then they started a line and her drunk butt was all up in the line messing up the rhythm. Oh well-she provided comic relief.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and it’s the light skinned cutie(let’s call him Steve) from across the street near Fatties. He asks me where my dark skinned friend is. I point over to Stacy dancing. He says-too bad she is with that gigolo. I just rolled my eyes and prayed that the music would change. Yeah it changed, but to another Nelly song. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] Ok enough-I need a drink. I walk over to the bar and ordered a rum punch. Brotherman hooked me up-it was heavy on the rum and light on the punch. So Steve comes over to me and is all looking me up and down. I’m rolling my eyes in my head thinking-oh brother –here it comes. So Steve tells me that he has a problem. Oh, for real. He doesn’t know if he should try to talk to my friend or me. I burst out laughing so hard I almost spilled my drink. I told him-look I think you already made your choice and rolled my eyes and kept laughing. He leaves and comes back and asks would I dance with one of his friends. As he’s talking to me. Stacy and Tonya pass me going toward the bar. Steve’s friend comes over and introduces himself. I say hi. The music is so loud that I have no idea what his name is(but we’ll call him Strongman). So we start dancing. Not bad-and the music changes to some dancehall. So he starts whispering in my ear. Poor man. He tells me, I like your style. My response-for real. I like your shape. My response-for real. I’d like to get to know you better. My response-for real. You dance so good-who taught you to dance like that. My response-Shrug. Yeah I wouldn’t give him an inch, and I have to give him an A for persistence. After dancing for a while I was getting tired and had to use the bathroom. I asked him where it was and he led me over to it and told me that he would be waiting for me outside. I’m in the stall just laughing at our dancefloor convo. I exit the bathroom and I don’t see him. Figures-I wasn’t being cooperative. I think this is the first time that it hits me how tired I am after my full, full day. I decide to sit down. I look up and see a pretty Jamaican girl dancing erotically for an older American tourist. I try to keep my retching to a minimum.
Welcome to the Jungle
I wake up to the phone ringing. Where in the heck am I? Everything is all foggy and dark. I hear the phone ringing and I realize it’s the cell phone. It’s 250 waking us up. I tell him that I’m up and I’ll tell the girls. I said to call back at about 12:30, which gives us an hour. I go wake up Stacy and Tonya and we start to get ready. Man we are moving slow. 250 calls at who knows what time, I’m still kinda delirious. I tell them that we are coming, we are just moving slow. After getting it together and grabbing some rum, we head out the door to a taxi. I ask how much to take us to the Jungle and he says 100 each. Peace. The driver gets us there quick, quick. We give him the fee plus tip. He tells us that he hopes we have fun and that he will be around later so he could give us a ride back. I say thanks and head toward the gate. As we get up to the entrance we spot 250 and 150 is with him. We go to the entrance. It’s 400 for females and 500 for males. The guys lead the way. We get inside and-thank goodness there is dancehall playing. 250 and 150 lead Stacy and Tonya onto the floor. Ok, now what am I gonna do-play wall flower. Naw-let’s play my favorite game-People watching. So first I try to decide who is Jamaican and who isn’t. Then I start to cringe-the dancehall goes off and then hip-hop starts to play. BAHHHHHHHHHHH!! I didn’t come all the way to J-A-M-A-I-C-A to hear music I wouldn’t listen to in the States. AHHHHHHHHH!!! But that’s cool. I started to watch which songs that the crowd responded to. I’m kinda bouncing back and forth hoping I don’t have attitude written all the way across my face. Well more people watching---OH NO.....Not a Nelly song. Please Lord, spare me from another one-(Did you know that 2 Nelly songs in a row is the sign of the Apocolypse [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] -Just kidding) Anyway, I watch these drunk Americans start gyrating all over this Jamaican guy. Oh man. One of them was a hot mess. Just jumping and gyrating off rhythm. Then they started a line and her drunk butt was all up in the line messing up the rhythm. Oh well-she provided comic relief.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and it’s the light skinned cutie(let’s call him Steve) from across the street near Fatties. He asks me where my dark skinned friend is. I point over to Stacy dancing. He says-too bad she is with that gigolo. I just rolled my eyes and prayed that the music would change. Yeah it changed, but to another Nelly song. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] Ok enough-I need a drink. I walk over to the bar and ordered a rum punch. Brotherman hooked me up-it was heavy on the rum and light on the punch. So Steve comes over to me and is all looking me up and down. I’m rolling my eyes in my head thinking-oh brother –here it comes. So Steve tells me that he has a problem. Oh, for real. He doesn’t know if he should try to talk to my friend or me. I burst out laughing so hard I almost spilled my drink. I told him-look I think you already made your choice and rolled my eyes and kept laughing. He leaves and comes back and asks would I dance with one of his friends. As he’s talking to me. Stacy and Tonya pass me going toward the bar. Steve’s friend comes over and introduces himself. I say hi. The music is so loud that I have no idea what his name is(but we’ll call him Strongman). So we start dancing. Not bad-and the music changes to some dancehall. So he starts whispering in my ear. Poor man. He tells me, I like your style. My response-for real. I like your shape. My response-for real. I’d like to get to know you better. My response-for real. You dance so good-who taught you to dance like that. My response-Shrug. Yeah I wouldn’t give him an inch, and I have to give him an A for persistence. After dancing for a while I was getting tired and had to use the bathroom. I asked him where it was and he led me over to it and told me that he would be waiting for me outside. I’m in the stall just laughing at our dancefloor convo. I exit the bathroom and I don’t see him. Figures-I wasn’t being cooperative. I think this is the first time that it hits me how tired I am after my full, full day. I decide to sit down. I look up and see a pretty Jamaican girl dancing erotically for an older American tourist. I try to keep my retching to a minimum.
Your report makes me wish I was travelling closer to Negril!
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