Cayman Islands, HOT DAMN!
My girlfriend and I got invited by her parents to join them to go on a 1 week vacation at Cayman Island. As we all know, it is a very luxurious visit (wink). I was already drooling at the beauty of the island and its own little culture thats thriving. However, I admit, one of the first thoughts that came to my mind was, "I really wouldn't mind smokin' a joint with my gf, (who is also a pothead) on the beach." Later on, after a 200 dollar check at a restaurant we went back to our condo that we time-share. I was not high any more, I was bored, I tried reading a book and it failed to do any good. So, my gf and I decided to go to a local bar, and here... is where the story happens, HA!
Upon entrance, I saw this black fellow sitting on the right side of the room at the bar. We exchanged glances for a few moment... the kind that pot heads give each other, "You one?.. You betcha." He nodded his head in greeting, I returned it. "2 Absolut Citron in a glass please, with ice," my gf and I ordered, as we drank it... I built enough courage to write down on a piece of paper, "do you know where I can get some 'greens'?" and he couldn't understand what I wrote... I thought, "What the fuck?" and I looked at my gf and she was like, "hmm..." so I tried something else, i tried writing, "MOTA?" Which of course is spanish for the greenies. He failed to understand it. So I, a graphic designer, came up with a universal idea, I drew a joint! He LAUGHED! "Oh shit," I thought I pissed him off "Sure mon, hold on a second wait here, okay?" he asked.
So I waited.. and waited... and he came peeking at me through teh back door of the bar and we came over and he rolled up a joint and we smoked the fattie real good. All of us laughing, interchanging dialogues. Next day, we met and he brought the 1 oz he promised to bring that day. To bring this to a closer end, that night when we got the baggy, it was a full moon. OH YEAH.. OH YEAH, to the beach we went, at night. The moon as right in our @#$#ing face as we were smoking a niiiiiice fat joint, just like "The Beach" but ... REAL LIFE :> Nothing like the Cayman Islands, HOT DAMN!
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My girlfriend and I got invited by her parents to join them to go on a 1 week vacation at Cayman Island. As we all know, it is a very luxurious visit (wink). I was already drooling at the beauty of the island and its own little culture thats thriving. However, I admit, one of the first thoughts that came to my mind was, "I really wouldn't mind smokin' a joint with my gf, (who is also a pothead) on the beach." Later on, after a 200 dollar check at a restaurant we went back to our condo that we time-share. I was not high any more, I was bored, I tried reading a book and it failed to do any good. So, my gf and I decided to go to a local bar, and here... is where the story happens, HA!
Upon entrance, I saw this black fellow sitting on the right side of the room at the bar. We exchanged glances for a few moment... the kind that pot heads give each other, "You one?.. You betcha." He nodded his head in greeting, I returned it. "2 Absolut Citron in a glass please, with ice," my gf and I ordered, as we drank it... I built enough courage to write down on a piece of paper, "do you know where I can get some 'greens'?" and he couldn't understand what I wrote... I thought, "What the fuck?" and I looked at my gf and she was like, "hmm..." so I tried something else, i tried writing, "MOTA?" Which of course is spanish for the greenies. He failed to understand it. So I, a graphic designer, came up with a universal idea, I drew a joint! He LAUGHED! "Oh shit," I thought I pissed him off "Sure mon, hold on a second wait here, okay?" he asked.
So I waited.. and waited... and he came peeking at me through teh back door of the bar and we came over and he rolled up a joint and we smoked the fattie real good. All of us laughing, interchanging dialogues. Next day, we met and he brought the 1 oz he promised to bring that day. To bring this to a closer end, that night when we got the baggy, it was a full moon. OH YEAH.. OH YEAH, to the beach we went, at night. The moon as right in our @#$#ing face as we were smoking a niiiiiice fat joint, just like "The Beach" but ... REAL LIFE :> Nothing like the Cayman Islands, HOT DAMN!
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