Caribbean Musical Adventure: Finale
*Sigh*…the final day of our fabulously musical vacation had arrived. We woke up still buzzing from the previous day’s events (monsoon, Dave Matthews, etc.) and were equally full of beans when looking forward to day three’s dossier.We got up early, snagged pool side loungers once more, slathered on the oil and ordered up our first round of bloodies and Tabasco. The day was gloriously sunny and the pool was packed. We were seated next to Anchorage and his wife, Samantha and her uber cool Mom (see Snob's Cast of Characters) so our morning consisted of liquoring up and chatting nonsense with strangers. Early on, the Anchorage couple was entertaining us with tales of how apparently hot men are North of the Yukon (of course highly engaging to four young women, three of which are single), however as the day progressed and the third, fourth and fifth rounds were consumed, things got sketchy with the married folk (Note: threesome proposition #2).
Thank god 5pm rolled around and we were able to abandon our loungers for a dancing spot close to the front. Enter Ozomatli. Can I get a “Ya se fue, Ya se fue, Ozo-mat-li!” The pool-side concert absolutely rocked the boat. It was highly danceable, singable and allowed us to shake our hips uncontrollably until we felt we had danced off at least one drinks worth of calories. The concert finale without a doubt was when the band came down from their perch and instituted a conga line, which ended with a blistering drum and brass jam session in the middle of the pool area. Unquestionably one for the 
books.Following Ozomatli, we got ready for the evening and slipped into the end of Mike Doughty’s show (again, since Warehouse SUCKS we weren’t able to enjoy the full show). I’m sure it would have been great had we been able to get the full effect, however we never could really get into it and dragged ourselves to dinner.
Dinner ended up being another tale about us shocking the living bejesus out of middle American tablemates. Of course we didn’t consider ourselves the crazy ones since one of our tablemates proudly exclaimed that he was a Republican teacher. Frankly, I didn’t know you could feasibly state “Republican” and “teacher” in the same sentence…Regardless, we warned him that he definitely didn’t want to get into political talk with four feisty New Yorkers - especially at the dinner table.
After dinner we headed to Mofro. I didn’t think anything could compete with Ozomatli’s performance, but Mofro made a great showing by starting their set with three of our favorite songs: Brighter Days, Lazy Fo' Acre, and Wrong Side. They finished off with Fireflies, which certainly ended the concert on a high note.
By the time we snagged seats for the Mississippi All Stars, our energy levels were severely depleted and The Maj was being tossed around like crazy making it difficult for our loopy selves to walk straight and stand in one spot, much less dance. We decided it was a good time for some late night snacks. None of us can recall what was consumed, however we can fondly reminisce playing with a rock-hard crab cake in the fashion of a hockey puck.
We got back to our stateroom dreading the fact that we had to vacate The Maj at eight in the morning, however we knew we just had to muscle up. As we awoke the next day in Miami, we left tanner, dreadfully tired, very sore from dancing in heels all weekend and collectively $1000 poorer. Yes, we drank a grand’s worth of booze in three days…never underestimate four women on vacation.
posted by Lisa @ 2:44 PM
2 Comments:
A really fun read girl. Conga, calories and crab-cake hockey...the staple of any good getaway:)
I'm jealous...meanwhile i'm stuck in a snowstorm in NYC.
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