To paradise and back
So my trip is pretty much over. It's thursday morning and my dad has gone to take Em and Claire to the airport. Dylan is at school. This trip seemed waaaay too short. Granted, it was a week, but usually when I come down, I stay for a WHILE. I feel like I'm 12 again and wishing that my parents were together, even though that really wasn't what I wanted. I love my family and I love Chris and Randall and I just wish that they weren't a billion miles away from each other. BUT it has been a fabulous time. I'm gonna give a run-down of my week.
Friday morning, the girls, my dad, and I went to Carambola, which is this awsome beach that is on a resort. It's the only beach on the island with real waves (sometimes) and then when you get tired of boogie boarding, you can go chill at the pool and order drinks and stuff. Now I had bought a new bathingsuit before I came, that tied in the middle of my chest and went up to my neck. When I was thinking about how I wouldn't have shoulder tan lines, I forgot that meant that I would have big damn lines in the middle of my chest. SOOOO of course I got FRIED (despite the fact that I was wearing 45 spf sunblock.) My boobs and stomach were lobster red, and then I had red smudges and lines all over the rest of my body where I hadn't done a good job of putting on sunscreen AND the big white line up my chest. I was terribly funny looking. Well, AM funny looking. Now its all peeling off and I look as though I had leprosy.
Friday night we went to see Jesus Christ Superstar. Through some long involved thing of indebtedness, my dad had somehow promised the producer that he would take all of us to see it. None of us kids had seen it before. Lemme tell you, that show is WEIRD. First of all, Jesus was played by this other musician on the island, David James. We know David fairly well because he and my dad share gig shots. He normally plays Beatlers tunes and some Eagles...classic rock beachy stuff. So it was amusing to see him as freaking JESUS. Jenny and I kept busting up laughing in inopputune parts, much to the chagrin of the people behind us. It got really weird when the whole Passion bit started and they stripped and flogged our friend and hung him on a cross. All to the accompaniment of silver-clad dancing go-go girls. Very strange. It was somewhere between S&M night at the goth club, normal theatre, and crazy religion. Nobody in the audience was laughing at the go-go girls (except us) and yeah. Odd times.
Despite the strangeness, much fun was had.
Saturday was Mardi Croix. I will post pictures when I get to a computer that isn't using dialup. Mardi Croix is alot of fun. It's a teeny time parade, with much bead throwing, and people were trashed by 11 in the morning. I got to see some friends who were at the festivities and that was good fun. Highlights include, watching the entire staff of Tuttu Bene (the restaurant I used to work at) parade down the street booty-dancing and chugging mini-bottles of liquor, and a decked out donkey with a cart. Oh and then there was the bright orange Nova that the kids had to pull me out to go look at, which then broke down in the middle of the parade and had to be pushed the rest of the way. By 1ish, the drunkeness was reaching new levels, and we went home for the day.
Sunday was low key. We went to the beach with Jenny, Sax and Mont, and the four of us kids. Dad had to work all day. Em had a couple friends out there. Much fun was had, and then we got pizza and movies and went home. OH and I bought two cartons of cigarettes for $30. TOTAL.
Monday was awsome. One of the students that my dad teaches is this 16 year old, home-schooled kid that is awesome at guitar and a professional sailor. So he and his parents took the five of us out on their boat to Buck Island. We went snorkeling along the nature trail, which is fabulous. Em and I saw a baracuda. Then we went over to the island, hiked up the observation deck on the top of the island, and generally splashed around and had fun. Then we went back and ate at Luncheria, which is this psuedo-mexican food place that is outside in Christiansted and is full of chickens. The tree behind us had a termite next in it that was as big as I am. Ah, good times in the ghetto island.
So yeah, we were pretty beat on Tuesday and spent the day out of the sun (sorta) and walked around Christiansted and bought gifts for people. Em came across an embalmed shark in a bottle. I SOOO woulda gotten someone an embalmed shark if I hadnt already gotten all my gifts.
Yesterday, we went back out to Carambola and boogie boarded. The waves were HUGE 10-foot tubes, and we got smashed. It was great fun, but I am sore all over. I did a couple of face-plants, several flips, and all sortsa good stuff.
And that was my fun-filled week. I leave at 2 to get back on the plane and be stuck in airports for 12 hours. Then its back to the real world for me.
Friday morning, the girls, my dad, and I went to Carambola, which is this awsome beach that is on a resort. It's the only beach on the island with real waves (sometimes) and then when you get tired of boogie boarding, you can go chill at the pool and order drinks and stuff. Now I had bought a new bathingsuit before I came, that tied in the middle of my chest and went up to my neck. When I was thinking about how I wouldn't have shoulder tan lines, I forgot that meant that I would have big damn lines in the middle of my chest. SOOOO of course I got FRIED (despite the fact that I was wearing 45 spf sunblock.) My boobs and stomach were lobster red, and then I had red smudges and lines all over the rest of my body where I hadn't done a good job of putting on sunscreen AND the big white line up my chest. I was terribly funny looking. Well, AM funny looking. Now its all peeling off and I look as though I had leprosy.
Friday night we went to see Jesus Christ Superstar. Through some long involved thing of indebtedness, my dad had somehow promised the producer that he would take all of us to see it. None of us kids had seen it before. Lemme tell you, that show is WEIRD. First of all, Jesus was played by this other musician on the island, David James. We know David fairly well because he and my dad share gig shots. He normally plays Beatlers tunes and some Eagles...classic rock beachy stuff. So it was amusing to see him as freaking JESUS. Jenny and I kept busting up laughing in inopputune parts, much to the chagrin of the people behind us. It got really weird when the whole Passion bit started and they stripped and flogged our friend and hung him on a cross. All to the accompaniment of silver-clad dancing go-go girls. Very strange. It was somewhere between S&M night at the goth club, normal theatre, and crazy religion. Nobody in the audience was laughing at the go-go girls (except us) and yeah. Odd times.
Despite the strangeness, much fun was had.
Saturday was Mardi Croix. I will post pictures when I get to a computer that isn't using dialup. Mardi Croix is alot of fun. It's a teeny time parade, with much bead throwing, and people were trashed by 11 in the morning. I got to see some friends who were at the festivities and that was good fun. Highlights include, watching the entire staff of Tuttu Bene (the restaurant I used to work at) parade down the street booty-dancing and chugging mini-bottles of liquor, and a decked out donkey with a cart. Oh and then there was the bright orange Nova that the kids had to pull me out to go look at, which then broke down in the middle of the parade and had to be pushed the rest of the way. By 1ish, the drunkeness was reaching new levels, and we went home for the day.
Sunday was low key. We went to the beach with Jenny, Sax and Mont, and the four of us kids. Dad had to work all day. Em had a couple friends out there. Much fun was had, and then we got pizza and movies and went home. OH and I bought two cartons of cigarettes for $30. TOTAL.
Monday was awsome. One of the students that my dad teaches is this 16 year old, home-schooled kid that is awesome at guitar and a professional sailor. So he and his parents took the five of us out on their boat to Buck Island. We went snorkeling along the nature trail, which is fabulous. Em and I saw a baracuda. Then we went over to the island, hiked up the observation deck on the top of the island, and generally splashed around and had fun. Then we went back and ate at Luncheria, which is this psuedo-mexican food place that is outside in Christiansted and is full of chickens. The tree behind us had a termite next in it that was as big as I am. Ah, good times in the ghetto island.
So yeah, we were pretty beat on Tuesday and spent the day out of the sun (sorta) and walked around Christiansted and bought gifts for people. Em came across an embalmed shark in a bottle. I SOOO woulda gotten someone an embalmed shark if I hadnt already gotten all my gifts.
Yesterday, we went back out to Carambola and boogie boarded. The waves were HUGE 10-foot tubes, and we got smashed. It was great fun, but I am sore all over. I did a couple of face-plants, several flips, and all sortsa good stuff.
And that was my fun-filled week. I leave at 2 to get back on the plane and be stuck in airports for 12 hours. Then its back to the real world for me.