I arrived in Jamaica safely. I didn’t sleep much on the second leg, and did get through two movies: Larry Crowne and Bad Teacher. I was sure that my luggage wouldn’t make the trip. Fortunately, I was wrong. It just took forever to get out of the aircraft.
I met some old friends on the bus to the resort. It was nice to catch up with them. Although the rest of the people on it were loud and constantly drinking. And the lady I was sitting next to was very insistent that a woman is never wrong. I declined to be baited by that statement.
Once I got to the resort, I found my roommate had already arrived. I think he may have left an impression with the staff because everyone remembered that there was someone already in my room. I only found out who he was when I sneaked a look at his luggage tags. Oh, I know him. He’s been here every year and is quite well known. He is very… intense. Also, very talkative; he likes to talk about himself and what he is doing. You may need to chew a leg off to be able to escape. But, he is also a driver of activities. With him in the general vicinity, there should always be something interesting going on.
The first thing I did after I dumped everything in my room was to go get something to eat. I went to the little cafe and wolfed down some Jerk Chicken and fries. Very satisfying. Only after did I get around to locking valuables in my safe.
I took a rest in a hammock before joining some people I knew. I drank a bit: mimosa, dirty banana, screwdriver. And while enjoying their company I saw my first real shooting star.
I’ve seen falling stars before, usually the Perseids, but those are just streaks of light. This one was blazing across the sky and I could see it separate into several pieces before disappearing. Very cool.
After awhile, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I found a nice gazebo with a mattress and snoozed for 45 minutes. Then dinner, and a nice long talk with a friend from Newbridge.