Saturday, October 6, 2012

Tales From The Island: Part 2

A while back I began the tale of the ultimate fun vacation taken by six people...a trip to Jamaica for the purpose of attending the Reggae Sunsplash Festival.

The six of us were varying degrees of friends. We were an unorthodox blend of two brothers, two girlfriends, one couple, one ex-couple and two friends of one of the above. Most of us hardly knew the others, which made things interesting and fun. Part 1 of this series told the story about how we thought we would die surrounded by goats and chickens. This post is the tale of a phone call.

There was a restaurant within walking distance of the hotel, it was named the Dolphin Grill. They served breakfast, lunch and dinner. The front section for breakfast looked like a diner set-up, but the back two dinner rooms were really quite nice. It even had a fountain which doubled as a small pool...but that's a story for another day. We ate a great number of meals there. We ate a great number of hamburgers there. At some point, the burgers fought back, and each and every one of us ended up spending a lot of time in the bathroom. It was worth it, the burgers were spectacular.

Two of the three rooms of our group were adjoining. The door between the rooms was always open and we all spent a lot of time in each others room. One late afternoon, 'the other' and I were relaxing in one room and our friend 'the princess' (who is a he btw) was waiting for a call from one of the girls he'd picked up during our five nights there. It was also his day to spend some time sitting. Before he went into the bathroom, he stuck his head in our room and said he was expecting a call, and if the phone rang to answer it. No problem mon...irie.

A little while later we thought it might be fun to call his room and see what his reaction would be...so we did. We heard him calling out to us to please answer the phone...and again...and again. As we are holding in our laughter, we see him dash bare-ass out of the bathroom to answer the phone. As he said "hello," he was greeted with maniacal laughter at the other end. Turning around, he saw us with tears running down our faces. Seriously, he should have known better.

It was just a lesson to be learned:
When it comes to romance...shit or get off the pot.

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8 comments:

  1. damn we had some fun.can never be duplicated,no matter how hard we tried.been to jamaica 8maybe10 times,that trip was one of a kind

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  2. Remind me never to go on vacation with you! LOL - Good one Kat!

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  3. Wait til I get to the story about the Ozzy music, and the robbery and the...well, you get the picture.

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  4. HAHA! Love it...cruel...but I still love it! LOL

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  5. LMAO!!! This is awesome. I can totally see myself doing something similar; I always love a good prank :)

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    1. It was a totally "you had to be there to believe it" kind of trip. There's a few more stories to tell.

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  6. hialrious and very relatable to my personality as well.

    look at you with your two blogs.

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    1. ...yes and I never planned to have either...shit happens.

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