aiki14
06-05-2009, 06:30 AM
So I am in St. Kitts in the West Indies, and it rained on and off most of the day today. So I found myself hanging around a little pub with some of the local monkeys. Actual monkeys, the Island is full of them.
Had a nice buzz running all day and had a nice dinner over at the Marriott before settling down at one of the local dance places on the "Strip" which like a sprawling 1/16th of a mile hot zone of 5 bars and a couple of food stands on the beach here in Basseterre the capital of St. Kitts and Nevis (Population like 50).
My wife and I and Tom, a Client, and his wife Donna, are the oldest people on the island, because the locals either don't live that long or move to somewhere else by the time they reach 40, and we're the only New Yorkers. So we're sitting at a table that looks over the water but is also right off the dance box (Might be a floor under there somewhere but it's sand as far as I can tell). The place is fairly packed with a bunch of Kids from the Ross Veterinary School (11 girls, 2 guys and they say that's the ratio of the school as well, hmmm note for next life, vet school on St Kitts) a dozen or so college girls from Utrecht in Holland on Holiday (or on a "who can wear the hottest Bikini" contest tour) and 4 portuguese fellows who are either fisherman, merchant marines, or footballers (depending on which one is hitting on which girl) and another 20 or so assorted folks at the other tables.
Needless to say, if a Loch Ness monster carrying a giant squid, with a trumpet playing walrus on each tentacle had walked the 50 meters from the water to the table to the tune of "Flight of the Valkyries", Tom and I would not have noticed.
Paradise, right?
Wellllll...
Here's where things went south
The four of us are rock and roll types from the "just say yes" generation, and several hours of techno euro thump thump thump, was starting to become more irritating than the admittedly top notch libations were soothing. Something was gonna have to give. During a .02 second break between tunes (if they were in fact separate songs, I couldn't tell) both Tom and I yelled out "request, request" and the DJ to his credit stopped the noise for a few more seconds, where upon I offered to buy the entire crowd including any of the monkeys a drink if they would play a song from my ipod, Tom offered to do the same for a second song. After a couple seconds they went for it amongst much consternation.
So we chose, "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead and "Lit Up" by BuckCherry.
The four of us basically moshed the fisher-marine-footballers around the pit for Ace of Spades, but when Lit Up came on everyone but the four of us just stood there like thunderstruck puppies, mouths agape in a rictus reminiscent of blow up f*** dolls. When old Josh Todd screams "are you high lord, are you F***ing high", even the monkeys looked at us like we had just risen from a smoking hole in the earth. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
Anyway, it cost Tom and I $270 USD each for the drinks, and they through us out. They were polite about it though and assured us we'd be welcomed back tomorrow, and would even play our songs if there was no "profanity" involved. Two members of the constabulary followed us discretely for the walk back to our resort (about 300 meters).
I'm thinking "Traveling Riverside blues" By Led Zeppelin as one tune, any other suggestions are welcomed.
One last thing, the whole time I was watching the kids dancing, I kept thinking, I wish Jelly was here to see this. :mrgreen:
Had a nice buzz running all day and had a nice dinner over at the Marriott before settling down at one of the local dance places on the "Strip" which like a sprawling 1/16th of a mile hot zone of 5 bars and a couple of food stands on the beach here in Basseterre the capital of St. Kitts and Nevis (Population like 50).
My wife and I and Tom, a Client, and his wife Donna, are the oldest people on the island, because the locals either don't live that long or move to somewhere else by the time they reach 40, and we're the only New Yorkers. So we're sitting at a table that looks over the water but is also right off the dance box (Might be a floor under there somewhere but it's sand as far as I can tell). The place is fairly packed with a bunch of Kids from the Ross Veterinary School (11 girls, 2 guys and they say that's the ratio of the school as well, hmmm note for next life, vet school on St Kitts) a dozen or so college girls from Utrecht in Holland on Holiday (or on a "who can wear the hottest Bikini" contest tour) and 4 portuguese fellows who are either fisherman, merchant marines, or footballers (depending on which one is hitting on which girl) and another 20 or so assorted folks at the other tables.
Needless to say, if a Loch Ness monster carrying a giant squid, with a trumpet playing walrus on each tentacle had walked the 50 meters from the water to the table to the tune of "Flight of the Valkyries", Tom and I would not have noticed.
Paradise, right?
Wellllll...
Here's where things went south
The four of us are rock and roll types from the "just say yes" generation, and several hours of techno euro thump thump thump, was starting to become more irritating than the admittedly top notch libations were soothing. Something was gonna have to give. During a .02 second break between tunes (if they were in fact separate songs, I couldn't tell) both Tom and I yelled out "request, request" and the DJ to his credit stopped the noise for a few more seconds, where upon I offered to buy the entire crowd including any of the monkeys a drink if they would play a song from my ipod, Tom offered to do the same for a second song. After a couple seconds they went for it amongst much consternation.
So we chose, "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead and "Lit Up" by BuckCherry.
The four of us basically moshed the fisher-marine-footballers around the pit for Ace of Spades, but when Lit Up came on everyone but the four of us just stood there like thunderstruck puppies, mouths agape in a rictus reminiscent of blow up f*** dolls. When old Josh Todd screams "are you high lord, are you F***ing high", even the monkeys looked at us like we had just risen from a smoking hole in the earth. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
Anyway, it cost Tom and I $270 USD each for the drinks, and they through us out. They were polite about it though and assured us we'd be welcomed back tomorrow, and would even play our songs if there was no "profanity" involved. Two members of the constabulary followed us discretely for the walk back to our resort (about 300 meters).
I'm thinking "Traveling Riverside blues" By Led Zeppelin as one tune, any other suggestions are welcomed.
One last thing, the whole time I was watching the kids dancing, I kept thinking, I wish Jelly was here to see this. :mrgreen: