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Gromit's S.S. Scatterbrained Trip Report - Day 6
Gromit's S.S. Scatterbrained Trip Report - Day 6
If you want pics of this day-- see Vickis TR because mine are few and far between!!
Warning, heavy text ahead!!!
December 13
I awoke later than just about everyone else on the boat -- do we see a trend here?
I crawled out of my bunk (no easy feat) and stumbled out of our cabin into the kitchen.
My hair was in wild disarray, I was rumpled from top to bottom and I’m pretty sure I had the imprint of a pillow seam stretching across my cheek. Even a little drool had crusted right at the corner of my mouth.
I stood there dazed and confused for a moment and heard ScubaGirl say, “This morning you look like something only mother could love.”
I was too spaced to realize that this was probably NOT a complement. But too tired to care I stumbled the rest of the 6 inches to the galley and began to find some sustenance.
Yes indeed, today is a day that will live in all infamy as the day I was brought forth into the world to torment all of those around me.
I was born at exactly 13:13 on the 13th of December. Says so on my birth certificate. When I tell people this they automatically run screaming from the room as if this is some sort of sign of the beast or something equally frightening.
But for me 13 is a very lucky number and always has been.
I share my birth date with Jamie Foxx, Taylor Swift, Steve Buscemi, Ted Nugent, Christopher Plummer, and Dick Van Dyke. We’re a talented, but quirky group. I also have a cousin with whom I share this day of birth. So I wear my 13 proudly!
Today we were going to be spending another day on Jost. Some advance planning had assured this and I, for one, was grateful.
I had a bit of forethought the night before and whipped up some sort of rum punch concoction in a plastic jug and had stuffed it in the freezer on the way to my bunk. So, as I packed all my crap for the day into my Kipling backpack I added the jug to the bag.
Let me just pause for a moment to say that I generally received no end of sh!t for my need to have my stuff with me at all times.
Yes, I’m a little OCD but my neuroses often pay off in spades for my traveling companions since I have probably brought something they forgot.
Fortunately I am married to a lovely man who not only is sympathetic but is a little OCD himself and usually carries an equal amount of stuff.
Between the two of us we could live quite nicely for DAYS and be adequately equipped to survive the worst hurricane, perform an appendectomy and prepare a three course meal. Just sayin.
We were still in Foxy’s harbor and dinghied over to the ferry dock to grab a cab. We spotted Steve, our same guy from the day before and he happily agreed to drive us back to Soggy Dollar for the day and arranged to pick us back up later that afternoon.
From this point forward the day is simply a blur. But I do remember this (although in no particular order)...
We grabbed our usual chairs next to Gertrude’s (I think it was Jewels — she has some pretty nice chairs!)
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and coached some wandering newbie’s as to the procedure.
As it turns out a small cruise ship had anchored off of Jost for the day and their passengers were spending the day on island. They seemed to be eyeing up the chairs but looking very confused. I was already in the water at this point and just shouted up that they should just pick a chair, sit down and that Miss Jewel would come out to collect $5 for each chair occupied. They seemed very relieved by the advice and thanked me for the guidance.
We basically spent the day lounging in the chairs, wandering in and out of the water when it got too hot and stumbling back and forth to the Soggy Dollar bar getting, well, soggy.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LC ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4R ... 3.JPG"></a>
The Vickirazzi was of course taking pics of unsuspecting Chihuahuas and picnic tables. It’s almost entertainment in itself to watch her wandering around and contorting herself to get JUST the right shot. This of course becomes even MORE entertaining once you introduce alcohol to the mix.
At some point we scoped out the One Love Bar and in the process of finding out what was on the menu, I confessed that it was my birthday. As it turns out one of the local girls was sitting two feet away and it was HER birthday too! The bartender quickly handed me a plastic cup of Veuve Clicqot and told me to drink up! They had been toasting her birthday before we walked in.
So far I had had painkillers and bushwhackers all before 11 am… sure! I gave the other birthday girl a hug and started eye up the menu some more. Lobster, lobster salad sandwich, wings… what’s not to love?
Vicki and I decided to place our orders for lunch and settle in for a bit. She ordered lobster (shocker!) and I had the lobster salad sandwich and some wings to share.
In case you haven’t figured it out yet... Vicki can eat her weight in lobster. If it’s on the menu she’s getting it. They might as well not offer anything else as far as she’s concerned.
The food came out and was wonderful. If you haven’t considered this spot before, I would urge you to give it a try. The atmosphere is great, they have live music (good live music—not the baked guy crap that we got on Prickly Pear) and the drinks are yummy too. The staff also couldn’t be nicer.
We settled onto a picnic table and waited for our food. The food was GREAT! And as an extra special added bonus they gave us four free shots (I have no idea what of) for my birthday. My birthday on Jost was shaping up quite nicely!
After lunch we wandered down to Soggy Dollar to say Hi to Mic. I announced to the bar that it was my birthday and cheers went up all around.
If you have the balls to do this at Soggy Dollar you really should. People are quite excited to hoot and holler over a complete strangers birthday after three or four Painlkillers. Mic was kind enough to wish me a happy birthday and offered me a shot on him. I told him that I would collect it later when I had sobered up a bit.
After some nosing around we headed back to our chairs where ScubaGirl and Mr. ScubaGirl had apparently made new friends off the cruise ship. They were a lovely couple who we figured out had been on our flight down and were going back to ATL on our same flight later that week. Weird huh?
They regaled us with stories of the 5 star cruise they were on and were equally enamored of the tales we spun about our little ongoing adventure.
At some point Vicki and Mr. Vicki had wandered off to Ivan’s and eventually found their way back.
At exactly 13:13 EDT my mom sent me a Happy Birthday text. Awww! Mommy!! I texted her back and apologized for the need for her epeziotomy (sp?)
Mr. Vicki was kind enough to buy me an official Soggy Dollar t-shirt on the way back. Awwww!! (Apparently he was STILL feeling bad about the great hat chase and my injured toe!) I’m kidding! It was really sweet of him!
After awhile we got tired of wandering to the various bars for drinks, so I just whipped out our homemade rum punch in the jug and we just started to drink straight from the nozzle.
Power boats had moved in next to us and they were doing beer bongs so I wasn’t feeling too guilty or white trash at this point about our choice of libation.
We giggled and laughed and had a generally great time just chilling out on Jost. Chilling of course the official past time on Jost.
Once the rum started to run out and the sun started to set we found our driver and headed back to the boat which was now anchored in Little Harbor next to Harris’ Place and Sydney’s Peace and Love. Mr. Scubagirl had gone ahead to ensure that we got a mooring for the night.
Our taxi driver dropped us off outside Sydney’s Peace & Love and wished us a great trip. He was a really nice guy pine fresheners and all.
We were immediately accosted by Strawberry who was working us hard to come to their place for dinner—showing off her lobsters and such.
I stopped into the place to check out our T-shirt that we left in June. It was still there and looking pretty great.
We radioed the boat and Mr. Scubagirl came to get us. We headed back and got cleaned up for dinner.
It was then that Vicki discovered that a man was down. Her iPhone had suffered some sort of horrible abuse at some point during the day. It was awful!
The entire screen was cracked and it was injured. Injured Bad. In case you don’t know where that phrase comes from here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VjvfcdoLqs
Vicki was able to resuscitate her iPhone and keep it on life support. At least it was functioning even if it was a little worse for wear. She bucked up like any camper should and decided to just let it go for the night and have a good time.
I give the girl props, cause when I injured my iPhone a few months ago it took me three weeks to get over it.
I’m still traumatized.
After some discussion we opted to go to Harris’ Place that night for dinner and we were met by our lovely and gracious hostess for the evening, Miss Cynthia.
Let me just say what a delightful meal this was (see Vicki’s TR for the photos) and the evening was made even more special by Cynthia herself.
We had lunch at Sydney’s previously and they do put on a pretty decent spread but Harris’ is in my humble opinion a lovelier space, with some very good food. As Vicki said the lobsters were positively prehistoric and the prices were excellent.
Cynthia was the cherry on top of the overall dining experience. I had spotted two photos of her in the restaurant, one with ABC News Anchor Peter Jennings (RIP) and the other with anchor Walter Cronkite (RIP).
Being a PR/News girl to the core I had to ask how she ended up getting her picture taken with two of the most trusted and beloved men in the news biz.
She settled in next to us and told us some wonderful stories about Peter Jennings. Turns out he was as gracious and trustworthy off screen as he was on screen!
Let me just say that Harris place, may not have the catchy island name that Sydney’s Peace and Love does, but it makes up for that in every other conceivable way.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ir ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4V ... 5.JPG"></a>
White twinkle lights sparkle on their open air deck and the tables and benches are comfortable. Drinks are strong and the homemade bread made by Cynthia’s Mom is among the best on Jost.
The lobsters are also prepared to perfection and the side dishes are also very good. Dessert was also excellent with several options including Mrs. Harris’ home baked coconut or pineapple pie, chocolate cake, Key Lime pie, coconut layer cake, banana caramel cream pie and ice-cream.
Harris’ Place should not be overlooked and in my humble opinion should be a MUST STOP for any visitor to Jost who is looking for a top notch Caribbean lobster dinner at a very reasonable price.
They also serve lunch so if you’re going over on the ferry make sure to take some time to stop by.
Mr. ScubaGirl began to ferry everyone back to the boat. ScubaGirl and I opted for the second run so we stayed behind and waited on the dock for Mr. ScubaGirl to come back with the dinghy.
We were enjoying the peace and quiet and watching the other boats bob gently in the darkness. I put my arm around her shoulders and thanked her for making my birthday so special and for helping make this such a fantastic trip.
She quickly changed the subject and pointed to something random in the water. But I stopped her and said, “You aren’t very good at taking compliments are you?”
Looking even more uncomfortable than she was three seconds earlier she said, “No. Not really.”
I just smiled and shook my head and thanked her again, hoping that it would sink in this time. Some people just need to be reminded at how special they are, even if they aren’t so sure themselves.
So ScubaGirl, if you’re reading this… and I hope that you are… you are an amazing and special and wonderful human being and I, for one, am grateful to have you in my life.
Before I knew it, my birthday was drawing to a close, but what a great day it had been.
It’s hard to believe that I actually made it to 38. There were times that I thought I wouldn’t make it past 30. But for some reason I have a guardian angel that works overtime and has earned his wings about a 100 times over. There is simply no other explanation.
I am infinitely grateful to have found such a peaceful and wonderful place in this universe like STJ and JVD to pass the time.
I am a firm believer in not banking my leave for work. When I have enough leave to go somewhere, I take it and go.
We all have those defining moments in life. For me it was being in an office building across I-395 from the Pentagon on 9/11. I was 29 years old and it was at that moment that I realized that:
1) I was not invincible;
2) None of us get out of this alive; and
3) that when I was laying on my deathbed or facing my last moments on this earth, I would honestly not give a crap about how much money I had in the bank or how much unused vacation I had saved up. But that I would probably remember the time I spent in places like STJ and JVD and the happy days with people that I love.
Nuff said.
So, I had survived yet another year of life and wondered to myself as the stars rose high into the December sky what the coming year would hold for me.
I looked around at the faces of my traveling companions and into the eyes of my dear, sweet saint of a husband and knew that if it there were to be more days like this one that it was going to be another great ride.
After all, this birthday was full of fantastic friends, good fun and great food on the second best little island in the Caribbean.
Tomorrow morning we would pull up anchor and head to the BEST little island in the Caribbean a.k.a. My Happy Place: St. John.
Tomorrow: STJ Customs, Ruth and her freaky chicken hat, STJ Spice Shopping, Francis, Dinghy Disasters and why Mr. ScubaGirl hates me, Sunnyledge and rum with a splash of Coke, stargazing STJ Style.
Warning, heavy text ahead!!!
December 13
I awoke later than just about everyone else on the boat -- do we see a trend here?
I crawled out of my bunk (no easy feat) and stumbled out of our cabin into the kitchen.
My hair was in wild disarray, I was rumpled from top to bottom and I’m pretty sure I had the imprint of a pillow seam stretching across my cheek. Even a little drool had crusted right at the corner of my mouth.
I stood there dazed and confused for a moment and heard ScubaGirl say, “This morning you look like something only mother could love.”
I was too spaced to realize that this was probably NOT a complement. But too tired to care I stumbled the rest of the 6 inches to the galley and began to find some sustenance.
Yes indeed, today is a day that will live in all infamy as the day I was brought forth into the world to torment all of those around me.
I was born at exactly 13:13 on the 13th of December. Says so on my birth certificate. When I tell people this they automatically run screaming from the room as if this is some sort of sign of the beast or something equally frightening.
But for me 13 is a very lucky number and always has been.
I share my birth date with Jamie Foxx, Taylor Swift, Steve Buscemi, Ted Nugent, Christopher Plummer, and Dick Van Dyke. We’re a talented, but quirky group. I also have a cousin with whom I share this day of birth. So I wear my 13 proudly!
Today we were going to be spending another day on Jost. Some advance planning had assured this and I, for one, was grateful.
I had a bit of forethought the night before and whipped up some sort of rum punch concoction in a plastic jug and had stuffed it in the freezer on the way to my bunk. So, as I packed all my crap for the day into my Kipling backpack I added the jug to the bag.
Let me just pause for a moment to say that I generally received no end of sh!t for my need to have my stuff with me at all times.
Yes, I’m a little OCD but my neuroses often pay off in spades for my traveling companions since I have probably brought something they forgot.
Fortunately I am married to a lovely man who not only is sympathetic but is a little OCD himself and usually carries an equal amount of stuff.
Between the two of us we could live quite nicely for DAYS and be adequately equipped to survive the worst hurricane, perform an appendectomy and prepare a three course meal. Just sayin.
We were still in Foxy’s harbor and dinghied over to the ferry dock to grab a cab. We spotted Steve, our same guy from the day before and he happily agreed to drive us back to Soggy Dollar for the day and arranged to pick us back up later that afternoon.
From this point forward the day is simply a blur. But I do remember this (although in no particular order)...
We grabbed our usual chairs next to Gertrude’s (I think it was Jewels — she has some pretty nice chairs!)
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-7 ... site"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4N ... 1.JPG"></a>
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PK ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4P ... 2.JPG"></a>
and coached some wandering newbie’s as to the procedure.
As it turns out a small cruise ship had anchored off of Jost for the day and their passengers were spending the day on island. They seemed to be eyeing up the chairs but looking very confused. I was already in the water at this point and just shouted up that they should just pick a chair, sit down and that Miss Jewel would come out to collect $5 for each chair occupied. They seemed very relieved by the advice and thanked me for the guidance.
We basically spent the day lounging in the chairs, wandering in and out of the water when it got too hot and stumbling back and forth to the Soggy Dollar bar getting, well, soggy.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LC ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4R ... 3.JPG"></a>
The Vickirazzi was of course taking pics of unsuspecting Chihuahuas and picnic tables. It’s almost entertainment in itself to watch her wandering around and contorting herself to get JUST the right shot. This of course becomes even MORE entertaining once you introduce alcohol to the mix.
At some point we scoped out the One Love Bar and in the process of finding out what was on the menu, I confessed that it was my birthday. As it turns out one of the local girls was sitting two feet away and it was HER birthday too! The bartender quickly handed me a plastic cup of Veuve Clicqot and told me to drink up! They had been toasting her birthday before we walked in.
So far I had had painkillers and bushwhackers all before 11 am… sure! I gave the other birthday girl a hug and started eye up the menu some more. Lobster, lobster salad sandwich, wings… what’s not to love?
Vicki and I decided to place our orders for lunch and settle in for a bit. She ordered lobster (shocker!) and I had the lobster salad sandwich and some wings to share.
In case you haven’t figured it out yet... Vicki can eat her weight in lobster. If it’s on the menu she’s getting it. They might as well not offer anything else as far as she’s concerned.
The food came out and was wonderful. If you haven’t considered this spot before, I would urge you to give it a try. The atmosphere is great, they have live music (good live music—not the baked guy crap that we got on Prickly Pear) and the drinks are yummy too. The staff also couldn’t be nicer.
We settled onto a picnic table and waited for our food. The food was GREAT! And as an extra special added bonus they gave us four free shots (I have no idea what of) for my birthday. My birthday on Jost was shaping up quite nicely!
After lunch we wandered down to Soggy Dollar to say Hi to Mic. I announced to the bar that it was my birthday and cheers went up all around.
If you have the balls to do this at Soggy Dollar you really should. People are quite excited to hoot and holler over a complete strangers birthday after three or four Painlkillers. Mic was kind enough to wish me a happy birthday and offered me a shot on him. I told him that I would collect it later when I had sobered up a bit.
After some nosing around we headed back to our chairs where ScubaGirl and Mr. ScubaGirl had apparently made new friends off the cruise ship. They were a lovely couple who we figured out had been on our flight down and were going back to ATL on our same flight later that week. Weird huh?
They regaled us with stories of the 5 star cruise they were on and were equally enamored of the tales we spun about our little ongoing adventure.
At some point Vicki and Mr. Vicki had wandered off to Ivan’s and eventually found their way back.
At exactly 13:13 EDT my mom sent me a Happy Birthday text. Awww! Mommy!! I texted her back and apologized for the need for her epeziotomy (sp?)
Mr. Vicki was kind enough to buy me an official Soggy Dollar t-shirt on the way back. Awwww!! (Apparently he was STILL feeling bad about the great hat chase and my injured toe!) I’m kidding! It was really sweet of him!
After awhile we got tired of wandering to the various bars for drinks, so I just whipped out our homemade rum punch in the jug and we just started to drink straight from the nozzle.
Power boats had moved in next to us and they were doing beer bongs so I wasn’t feeling too guilty or white trash at this point about our choice of libation.
We giggled and laughed and had a generally great time just chilling out on Jost. Chilling of course the official past time on Jost.
Once the rum started to run out and the sun started to set we found our driver and headed back to the boat which was now anchored in Little Harbor next to Harris’ Place and Sydney’s Peace and Love. Mr. Scubagirl had gone ahead to ensure that we got a mooring for the night.
Our taxi driver dropped us off outside Sydney’s Peace & Love and wished us a great trip. He was a really nice guy pine fresheners and all.
We were immediately accosted by Strawberry who was working us hard to come to their place for dinner—showing off her lobsters and such.
I stopped into the place to check out our T-shirt that we left in June. It was still there and looking pretty great.
We radioed the boat and Mr. Scubagirl came to get us. We headed back and got cleaned up for dinner.
It was then that Vicki discovered that a man was down. Her iPhone had suffered some sort of horrible abuse at some point during the day. It was awful!
The entire screen was cracked and it was injured. Injured Bad. In case you don’t know where that phrase comes from here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VjvfcdoLqs
Vicki was able to resuscitate her iPhone and keep it on life support. At least it was functioning even if it was a little worse for wear. She bucked up like any camper should and decided to just let it go for the night and have a good time.
I give the girl props, cause when I injured my iPhone a few months ago it took me three weeks to get over it.
I’m still traumatized.
After some discussion we opted to go to Harris’ Place that night for dinner and we were met by our lovely and gracious hostess for the evening, Miss Cynthia.
Let me just say what a delightful meal this was (see Vicki’s TR for the photos) and the evening was made even more special by Cynthia herself.
We had lunch at Sydney’s previously and they do put on a pretty decent spread but Harris’ is in my humble opinion a lovelier space, with some very good food. As Vicki said the lobsters were positively prehistoric and the prices were excellent.
Cynthia was the cherry on top of the overall dining experience. I had spotted two photos of her in the restaurant, one with ABC News Anchor Peter Jennings (RIP) and the other with anchor Walter Cronkite (RIP).
Being a PR/News girl to the core I had to ask how she ended up getting her picture taken with two of the most trusted and beloved men in the news biz.
She settled in next to us and told us some wonderful stories about Peter Jennings. Turns out he was as gracious and trustworthy off screen as he was on screen!
Let me just say that Harris place, may not have the catchy island name that Sydney’s Peace and Love does, but it makes up for that in every other conceivable way.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ir ... site"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4V ... 5.JPG"></a>
White twinkle lights sparkle on their open air deck and the tables and benches are comfortable. Drinks are strong and the homemade bread made by Cynthia’s Mom is among the best on Jost.
The lobsters are also prepared to perfection and the side dishes are also very good. Dessert was also excellent with several options including Mrs. Harris’ home baked coconut or pineapple pie, chocolate cake, Key Lime pie, coconut layer cake, banana caramel cream pie and ice-cream.
Harris’ Place should not be overlooked and in my humble opinion should be a MUST STOP for any visitor to Jost who is looking for a top notch Caribbean lobster dinner at a very reasonable price.
They also serve lunch so if you’re going over on the ferry make sure to take some time to stop by.
Mr. ScubaGirl began to ferry everyone back to the boat. ScubaGirl and I opted for the second run so we stayed behind and waited on the dock for Mr. ScubaGirl to come back with the dinghy.
We were enjoying the peace and quiet and watching the other boats bob gently in the darkness. I put my arm around her shoulders and thanked her for making my birthday so special and for helping make this such a fantastic trip.
She quickly changed the subject and pointed to something random in the water. But I stopped her and said, “You aren’t very good at taking compliments are you?”
Looking even more uncomfortable than she was three seconds earlier she said, “No. Not really.”
I just smiled and shook my head and thanked her again, hoping that it would sink in this time. Some people just need to be reminded at how special they are, even if they aren’t so sure themselves.
So ScubaGirl, if you’re reading this… and I hope that you are… you are an amazing and special and wonderful human being and I, for one, am grateful to have you in my life.
Before I knew it, my birthday was drawing to a close, but what a great day it had been.
It’s hard to believe that I actually made it to 38. There were times that I thought I wouldn’t make it past 30. But for some reason I have a guardian angel that works overtime and has earned his wings about a 100 times over. There is simply no other explanation.
I am infinitely grateful to have found such a peaceful and wonderful place in this universe like STJ and JVD to pass the time.
I am a firm believer in not banking my leave for work. When I have enough leave to go somewhere, I take it and go.
We all have those defining moments in life. For me it was being in an office building across I-395 from the Pentagon on 9/11. I was 29 years old and it was at that moment that I realized that:
1) I was not invincible;
2) None of us get out of this alive; and
3) that when I was laying on my deathbed or facing my last moments on this earth, I would honestly not give a crap about how much money I had in the bank or how much unused vacation I had saved up. But that I would probably remember the time I spent in places like STJ and JVD and the happy days with people that I love.
Nuff said.
So, I had survived yet another year of life and wondered to myself as the stars rose high into the December sky what the coming year would hold for me.
I looked around at the faces of my traveling companions and into the eyes of my dear, sweet saint of a husband and knew that if it there were to be more days like this one that it was going to be another great ride.
After all, this birthday was full of fantastic friends, good fun and great food on the second best little island in the Caribbean.
Tomorrow morning we would pull up anchor and head to the BEST little island in the Caribbean a.k.a. My Happy Place: St. John.
Tomorrow: STJ Customs, Ruth and her freaky chicken hat, STJ Spice Shopping, Francis, Dinghy Disasters and why Mr. ScubaGirl hates me, Sunnyledge and rum with a splash of Coke, stargazing STJ Style.
*Another fine scatterbrained production
Let me just pause for a moment to say that I generally received no end of sh!t for my need to have my stuff with me at all times.
OMG...y'all....you have NO IDEA how much stuff this girl carries at all times. She's like a 13 year old runaway that carries all her earthly possessions with her at all times in case she's gotta' run. It's hilarious. You know I love you Gromit.
And as for those wings at Seddy's...I have to show you guys the "mystery wing." If anyone can tell us what body part this is, we'll buy you one next time we are on Jost. Needless to say, no one was willing to eat it. We were afraid it was a heart or something.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/4210066424/" title="WTF? That is SO not a wing. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/421 ... 1430c1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="WTF? That is SO not a wing."></a>
And as an extra special added bonus they gave us four free shots (I have no idea what of) for my birthday.
Should it concern us that we all sucked these down without so much as a "what the hell is in it?" You know you have had one too many when you'll put strange stuff from strangers in your mouth without even hesitating.
I didn't mean that the way it sounded.
OMG...y'all....you have NO IDEA how much stuff this girl carries at all times. She's like a 13 year old runaway that carries all her earthly possessions with her at all times in case she's gotta' run. It's hilarious. You know I love you Gromit.
And as for those wings at Seddy's...I have to show you guys the "mystery wing." If anyone can tell us what body part this is, we'll buy you one next time we are on Jost. Needless to say, no one was willing to eat it. We were afraid it was a heart or something.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/4210066424/" title="WTF? That is SO not a wing. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/421 ... 1430c1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="WTF? That is SO not a wing."></a>
And as an extra special added bonus they gave us four free shots (I have no idea what of) for my birthday.
Should it concern us that we all sucked these down without so much as a "what the hell is in it?" You know you have had one too many when you'll put strange stuff from strangers in your mouth without even hesitating.
I didn't mean that the way it sounded.
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Rachelle & Joe
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Gromit's SS scatered brain TR part 6
Thanks so much for the TR's ! between u & vicki it's like reading a Great Book & hating to put it down !Sounds like a great time was had by all ! & by the way HAPPY-DAY 
Lucky 13 is also my hubby's b-day ! but his was not spent in the sunny Caribbean 
love all the pic's ! Beautiful 
Happy 2010 
Lucky 13 is also my hubby's b-day ! but his was not spent in the sunny Caribbean love all the pic's ! Beautiful Happy 2010 
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- Joined: Tue Nov 13, 2007 9:27 am
- Location: Saint Thomas, USVI
I am soooo bummed we didn't make it over to Jost to spend our birthdays together. I was all geared up for the trip, our second overnight on the new boat, I was ready. Dumb north swells. Oh, well, sounds like you had a great birthday. Maybe next time.
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