Caribbean Musical Adventure: Part One
SIGH! I’m back in the real world post-Bahamas. I’m a lot poorer than whence I left. My voice is obliterated and resembles a bullfrog. My entire body feels like it when through a hurricane (I’m actually not kidding and will fill you all in on Day Two) and I’m so tired even three lattes isn’t keeping me going. On the bright side, I’m three shades darker and have the tan lines to prove it, saw six or so AMAZING live musical acts, saw some beautiful ocean scenery and had a fabulous time with three of my favorite people.The trip began with one night in Miami. I’ve never been to Miami before so my impression from working in the media field and reading umpteen gazillion tabloid magazines is that Miami is shiny, white and filled with stunningly tanned people who live on big yachts. After one night in a questionably livable hotel room in South Beach, I can definitively state that there are more guido-like men and animal print-wearing women per capita than anywhere in the country. Of course this is based on a limited one night expereince only. Regardless, we still had fun assessing the porn offerings on public access cable as well as getting checked out by every male passerby on Ocean Drive. As a side note, Miami was also where we decided on our vacation aliases: Shellie, Kassie, Tammie and Amber.
Friday rolled around and Shel, Kas, Tam and Amber hopped on to the Majesty of the Seas (AKA: The Maj) ready and rearing to go for our first fruity drink. Of course we are all New Yorkers so the size of our stateroom (or lack thereof) was of no consequence. We got on our cutest pool side attire and headed up to the top deck. It was immediately determined that our ship did not have the plethora of cute boys we were all hoping for. Instead, there were a lot of middle aged couples looking to fulfill their dream of having a threesome (totally not kidding here, as two of us were oddly propositioned on separate occasions...not interested!). So, we mostly stomped out our high hopes for flirtation and honed in on harnessing our inner music fanatic.
The first night we hit up two of the main attractions: Soulive and G-Love & The Special Sauce. Needless to say both were fabulous, as were a few more that I don’t have the typing power to mention. Soulive played a jazzy, soul filled jam session that was entirely danceable. Our cruise inspired, discothèque-like cocktail glasses added a nice lighting effect to the whole experience as well.
Post-Soulive we had to jet up to dinner, which was an absolute hoot. I forget that the definition of “dinner talk” for my friends and I is just plain obscene to those, hmm, pretty much everywhere else. So when our conversation turned to flavored condoms and talk of hideous shoe choices we had seen on board The Maj, our tablemate's faces contorted into looks of mortification and utter shock. Of course we brushed it off and considered ourselves entertainment.
G-Love & The Special Sauce topped off our busy Friday night. They play some seriously witty tunes…all very bluesy and we collectively confirmed that G. Love was smokin’ hot. I was pretty excited when Soulive entered the show and they tag teamed on the guitar. All I can say is that it was pure talent at its best.
After the show it was apparent to all four of us that our feet had swollen to a point where lengthy periods on our feet were no longer an option, especially in 3 inch heels (you men have NO IDEA what we go through to look cute). We retired to our room on The Maj around 4am or so to rest up for day two, which would consist largely of more alcohol, tanning and a crazy-ass tropical storm-like experience all in the name of Dave Matthews…
posted by Lisa @ 6:43 PM
2 Comments:
I'm surprised that such acts as G-Love and The Special Sauce didn't get you in the mood to become the filling for a middle aged threesome sandwich!!
I haven't seen G-Love in years, but he is hot and the show I went to was really fun.
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