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The crew is headed to Jamaica. I think it’s a wedding and I know it’s my birthday.
There’s a boatload of folks going and I’m not in my comfort zone not staying at the Montego Bay Club or any of the usual places on the Hip Strip. There are too many of us and I hope we get along.
I’m staying at the new Breezes. This place sprung up on the beach side on a beautiful stretch of nothingness on the way to Cornwall Beach. Cornwall Beach had music, water and a lovely bar circled around a ancient bayon tree. But, alas, newdom takes over and Breezes hits Montego Bay along with my crew.
Of course from the beginning we can’t agree on a hotel. So we are at Breezes and Doctor’s Cave and I just want to be happy not walking back and forth across the street making sure folks are comfortable.
My room is for 3 of us. Breezes said it was possible but the room is cramped. We are breathing each other’s breath. If I turn my head, it’s hello friend. Suitcases line what ever floor area that is available. So I head to reception to see what we can do it.
I see him. I can’t turn my eyes away. My goodness he’s gorgeous. Dyam fine. I can’t help but stare. I have to make it to the front desk but who is this fine brother. Oh my, he saw me staring.
So I head to the front desk. Nope, we can’t change your room that’s what you booked.
One monkey can’t spoil my show so I head out to catch up with my friends across the street.
Oh lawd, that’s him. He’s walking down the street.
I smile. He says “I see you too”. Can four words make your blood boil?
My friends have settled into their accommodations. The food looks good. The rooms look great and I’m wishing I booked at Doctor’s Cave instead of the Superclubs place with the 3 girlfriends breathing down my throat.
I meander across the street back to the cabin room hotel and HE is at the entrance. Breath in and out breath in and out. Heads nod in recognition and my heart beats hard. That man is fine fine fine.
We see each other. He goes out. I head in to meet the girlfriends and make sure Montego Bay turns them on.
As the long line of us head down the Hip Strip we hit The Brewery for karaoke night. Now this place is good for locals and tourists. You can get a burger and fries or curry chicken and for sure all the karaoke you can digest in English or patois.
And he is there!
So we hit the place and my sweat glands are working overtime. The crew is oblivious to my attraction and the glow and faint feeling I’m experiencing from seeing him again. I manage to go on. For the first time (and the absolute last time) I do karaoke. I can’t sing a word but go through some weird rendition of You Give Me Good Love. I had the mike all hanging out my mouth, licking it and not a note did I sing – well I can’t sing.
Next girlfriend gets up and does a fine rendition of Whitney. She knows all the words all the gestures, obviously not her first time at karaoke.
And I send him a drink.
He smiles at me. God have I died and gone to heaven? And then he says not now, I’m working.
So karaoke is my friend. I endure every sour note. Laugh at every gesture and remind myself I’m in Jamaica with too many good friends that are depending on me to make their time as good as I describe my Jamaica times.
We head up the Hip Strip. Nite nite to the folks at Doctor’s Cave and head back to Breezes and our free food and drinks.
And there he is. How fast can blood boil?
Hi, Hi.
Do you want to go for one more drink.
If I knew how to swoon I would swoon. I managed to say yes and headed out for a drink with him. He could have been the ax murder but his eyes told me otherwise.
There’s a boatload of folks going and I’m not in my comfort zone not staying at the Montego Bay Club or any of the usual places on the Hip Strip. There are too many of us and I hope we get along.
I’m staying at the new Breezes. This place sprung up on the beach side on a beautiful stretch of nothingness on the way to Cornwall Beach. Cornwall Beach had music, water and a lovely bar circled around a ancient bayon tree. But, alas, newdom takes over and Breezes hits Montego Bay along with my crew.
Of course from the beginning we can’t agree on a hotel. So we are at Breezes and Doctor’s Cave and I just want to be happy not walking back and forth across the street making sure folks are comfortable.
My room is for 3 of us. Breezes said it was possible but the room is cramped. We are breathing each other’s breath. If I turn my head, it’s hello friend. Suitcases line what ever floor area that is available. So I head to reception to see what we can do it.
I see him. I can’t turn my eyes away. My goodness he’s gorgeous. Dyam fine. I can’t help but stare. I have to make it to the front desk but who is this fine brother. Oh my, he saw me staring.
So I head to the front desk. Nope, we can’t change your room that’s what you booked.
One monkey can’t spoil my show so I head out to catch up with my friends across the street.
Oh lawd, that’s him. He’s walking down the street.
I smile. He says “I see you too”. Can four words make your blood boil?
My friends have settled into their accommodations. The food looks good. The rooms look great and I’m wishing I booked at Doctor’s Cave instead of the Superclubs place with the 3 girlfriends breathing down my throat.
I meander across the street back to the cabin room hotel and HE is at the entrance. Breath in and out breath in and out. Heads nod in recognition and my heart beats hard. That man is fine fine fine.
We see each other. He goes out. I head in to meet the girlfriends and make sure Montego Bay turns them on.
As the long line of us head down the Hip Strip we hit The Brewery for karaoke night. Now this place is good for locals and tourists. You can get a burger and fries or curry chicken and for sure all the karaoke you can digest in English or patois.
And he is there!
So we hit the place and my sweat glands are working overtime. The crew is oblivious to my attraction and the glow and faint feeling I’m experiencing from seeing him again. I manage to go on. For the first time (and the absolute last time) I do karaoke. I can’t sing a word but go through some weird rendition of You Give Me Good Love. I had the mike all hanging out my mouth, licking it and not a note did I sing – well I can’t sing.
Next girlfriend gets up and does a fine rendition of Whitney. She knows all the words all the gestures, obviously not her first time at karaoke.
And I send him a drink.
He smiles at me. God have I died and gone to heaven? And then he says not now, I’m working.
So karaoke is my friend. I endure every sour note. Laugh at every gesture and remind myself I’m in Jamaica with too many good friends that are depending on me to make their time as good as I describe my Jamaica times.
We head up the Hip Strip. Nite nite to the folks at Doctor’s Cave and head back to Breezes and our free food and drinks.
And there he is. How fast can blood boil?
Hi, Hi.
Do you want to go for one more drink.
If I knew how to swoon I would swoon. I managed to say yes and headed out for a drink with him. He could have been the ax murder but his eyes told me otherwise.
looking back it funny now 
what am I chap livva
You meet your prince? 
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