Thursday, 8 December 2011
Passing the $100 tip mark
Today was one of the best days of work I've had yet. Mainly, because I finally surpassed the $100 tip mark and also because I spent the day riding, even taking my young Chico on two private rides and not having much problem at all (those rides we walk, trot canter and usually on my watch, gallop a little).
First a 2-hour ride, then 2 cruise ship one-hours, then a shortened lunch and 2 private rides. The thing, as I've said before, with the private rides is that you usually get the best tips, but this first couple I had said they were experienced but weren't really. The husband was an ass, trying to overtake us and basically out of control of his horse while the wife struggled to gain control of hers. She had a goey one, and he was on an easier one, didn't give a shit that he was ruining her ride.
At one point, I slowed down and she just shot past. We came to a walk, asshole husband and I, and saw her disappear down a track towards home. Only seconds before I had asked them to slow down as we were heading in the direction of home, and then she goes sprinting off. Yeah, well last time I play Miss Nice Girl. Just glad they could find the fun side of it - although that was the worst tipping ride I had. Next time don't lie about your abilities and don't treat your wife like shit.
The last ride made up for it, though, giving me $40 for 3 people, and they were return customers so knew what to expect. Glad I could continue to make themselves enjoy the place, and I'm sure they'll come back next time. The day was hot, though, and it was a welcome change to have the clouds come over in the later part to give me some relief. I'm sure I got some good colour on my legs though. Commented to the office manager that I got good tips, probably cos I was put on good rides, and she said the boss had asked her to get me some more tips. Don't know why, but I'll take it!!
One of the boss' dogs followed me to work today. And not the Labrador, or the shepherd, or the Golden Retriever. No, the stumpy-legged, big-eared, long-torsoed adopted dog the boss got from his wife's parents when they started to travel too much to take care of it. Polly. Bless her inbred socks. She followed me to the farm then hung around while I saddled the horses, then disappeared while I rode and returned again when I ate lunch, hanging around just enuf to see what i was doing but not disturb me. What a brilliant dog! I thought she might be a hassle. Maybe we've found a new farm dog here??
She didn't kill anything so I guess I'm still in the good books of R, the lady taking care of the place while the boss is away. It's 6 days into the 10 he's at Disneyland, and things seem to be going well. She says he sounds relaxed and the place seems to run pretty well without him. So maybe this will allow him to take a step back and relax. Doubt it, though! Anyone with this kind of business never likes to stop being involved.
So the end of the day came and I had my beers, threw the dog in the back of the truck and got a lift home with J. I'm having to get used to logging onto the internet and not having any beautiful messages from my beautiful boy, for another 10 days at least. Then it's all on for young n old. I do love the way his messages make me feel.
And the dogs erupt again. Was is it this time???
First a 2-hour ride, then 2 cruise ship one-hours, then a shortened lunch and 2 private rides. The thing, as I've said before, with the private rides is that you usually get the best tips, but this first couple I had said they were experienced but weren't really. The husband was an ass, trying to overtake us and basically out of control of his horse while the wife struggled to gain control of hers. She had a goey one, and he was on an easier one, didn't give a shit that he was ruining her ride.
At one point, I slowed down and she just shot past. We came to a walk, asshole husband and I, and saw her disappear down a track towards home. Only seconds before I had asked them to slow down as we were heading in the direction of home, and then she goes sprinting off. Yeah, well last time I play Miss Nice Girl. Just glad they could find the fun side of it - although that was the worst tipping ride I had. Next time don't lie about your abilities and don't treat your wife like shit.
The last ride made up for it, though, giving me $40 for 3 people, and they were return customers so knew what to expect. Glad I could continue to make themselves enjoy the place, and I'm sure they'll come back next time. The day was hot, though, and it was a welcome change to have the clouds come over in the later part to give me some relief. I'm sure I got some good colour on my legs though. Commented to the office manager that I got good tips, probably cos I was put on good rides, and she said the boss had asked her to get me some more tips. Don't know why, but I'll take it!!
One of the boss' dogs followed me to work today. And not the Labrador, or the shepherd, or the Golden Retriever. No, the stumpy-legged, big-eared, long-torsoed adopted dog the boss got from his wife's parents when they started to travel too much to take care of it. Polly. Bless her inbred socks. She followed me to the farm then hung around while I saddled the horses, then disappeared while I rode and returned again when I ate lunch, hanging around just enuf to see what i was doing but not disturb me. What a brilliant dog! I thought she might be a hassle. Maybe we've found a new farm dog here??
She didn't kill anything so I guess I'm still in the good books of R, the lady taking care of the place while the boss is away. It's 6 days into the 10 he's at Disneyland, and things seem to be going well. She says he sounds relaxed and the place seems to run pretty well without him. So maybe this will allow him to take a step back and relax. Doubt it, though! Anyone with this kind of business never likes to stop being involved.
So the end of the day came and I had my beers, threw the dog in the back of the truck and got a lift home with J. I'm having to get used to logging onto the internet and not having any beautiful messages from my beautiful boy, for another 10 days at least. Then it's all on for young n old. I do love the way his messages make me feel.
And the dogs erupt again. Was is it this time???
Caribbean time
I'd arranged to have L pick me up before 9 this morning so we could get going on this fishing trip with his older English friend... however, it seemed our drinking session the previous night had knocked his own old bones for 6, and he ended up being about 1.5 hours late.
All was good for me, though, as I got to do my washing (sans electrocution this time) and turn my lovely white sheet into a nice peach colour (who knew cold water could do that - hope the boss' don't notice when I give the sheets back). Fed the dogs too... well, put the food out, but not much of it was touched, which is weird since the other dog Polly didn't seem hungry either and when L finally arrived he said his dog wasn't eating much either. Maybe there's some kind of weird moon at the moment.
It was a classic "Caribbean time" day today. What was planned as a fishing trip in the morning for a couple of hours turned out to be a day-long adventure that actually did not involve catching any fish - in fact, there was not a spot of fishing done all day. Unless you count the time we cast out a couple of trawling lines and got cut off by some coast guard type, who ruined one of our lines before telling us the area was a reserve.
But it was still a fun day. P, a tall, slightly eccentric 60-year-old English ex-pat who now lives on St Maarten in a waterfront (as in the water is his front yard) apartment with 2 black bodyguards as he has epilepsy. It took me almost all day but I finally realised that he bears an uncanny resemblance to Bricktop (I think that's his name??), the top mob boss in Snatch. His accent and articulate speaking style is exactly the same, and the drunker he got the more convoluted the words became. Half the time I was struggled to understand his meaning but just making do with my assumption. Even found I starting talking like him by the end of the day!
He has a small speedboat that has been sitting there unused for about a year, and L recently approached him to make a smalltime business out of it, taking tourists on island trips. The trip we did today was to see the condition of the boat (not great) and what they needed to renovate before applying for insurance and making it legit.
Before we got going, we sat around... went to the bakery, then took the boat to the boat shop for some fishing equipment. Another funny Caribbean story actually.... I was waiting for guys by the boat, which they'd parked in a fuel stop, and when the attendant finally came he said they couldn't park there cos it was a gas station, so I said they wanted to fuel.
Then a couple of locals came up in a dinghy and the guy says to them there's no gas, basically because he wanted to eat his lunch and couldn't be fucked to help them. Not that he was that busy the other 23 hours of the day. Made up some story that the gas had run out and the guys drove off, pissed that he couldn't do his job. Then my mates came back and voila! There was gas! Wow. What a lazy ass.
Once we were out of the open sea, beers in the cooler and rods at the ready, we toured around the island thinking of places to fish or swim, and found ourselves roaring at a speed that ate the petrol. So off to another fuel stop on the French side. P kicked up his drinking by pouring a (huge) shot of rum into the coconut he was drinking and off we went.
Then we got off at Grand Casse, also on the French side, for late lunch. All courtesy of P, a generous soul, we ate ribs, chicken, stuffed crab and an array of vegetables. All in a market setting so not all that glamorous, and certainly not the best food I'd had, but P was in his element, proclaiming everything as "splendid", "magnificent" and "perfection". Well, it filled my belly, at the very least!
Then it was off for more boating to various spots, finally casting the line out to trawl in - would you believe it - a reserve! Before we knew it, a boat comes along close and - ignoring our waving, "We've got a line, we've got a line!!!" they cut it right off. Assholes! Then they drove up alongside us and told us it was a reserve. Oops. Sorry. Our bad.
A moment passed and we were distracted. Just like the whole day before us, we were like children - something shiny comes along and we're off. This time it was the sunset. And man, was it a good'un. We rounded the corner just as it was setting and, trying to be stealth since we didn't have any nighttime navigation lights, rounded around the bend back into Simpson Bay. Not before getting some stellar photos. What a view.
Back at P's house, we had some beers and then P disappeared... seems he'd had his fill and was passed out. It was one of those situations where you're at someone's house who'd facilitated an awesome day and it was the end. The curtain call. So L and I moved on, of course via the icecream place... I had a craving. Man, that shit is gooooood.
They want me to help out when I can on board if they ever get the business up n running... I said for sure, probably at night if you do sunset cruises, but I doubt I'll stay here long enuf for them to get so established. Is nice, though, to have a contact with a boat... Makes me want to take Erm out on some special trip including the key ingredients of beer, fishing, water and sun. Ahhhh, yeah.......
All was good for me, though, as I got to do my washing (sans electrocution this time) and turn my lovely white sheet into a nice peach colour (who knew cold water could do that - hope the boss' don't notice when I give the sheets back). Fed the dogs too... well, put the food out, but not much of it was touched, which is weird since the other dog Polly didn't seem hungry either and when L finally arrived he said his dog wasn't eating much either. Maybe there's some kind of weird moon at the moment.
It was a classic "Caribbean time" day today. What was planned as a fishing trip in the morning for a couple of hours turned out to be a day-long adventure that actually did not involve catching any fish - in fact, there was not a spot of fishing done all day. Unless you count the time we cast out a couple of trawling lines and got cut off by some coast guard type, who ruined one of our lines before telling us the area was a reserve.
But it was still a fun day. P, a tall, slightly eccentric 60-year-old English ex-pat who now lives on St Maarten in a waterfront (as in the water is his front yard) apartment with 2 black bodyguards as he has epilepsy. It took me almost all day but I finally realised that he bears an uncanny resemblance to Bricktop (I think that's his name??), the top mob boss in Snatch. His accent and articulate speaking style is exactly the same, and the drunker he got the more convoluted the words became. Half the time I was struggled to understand his meaning but just making do with my assumption. Even found I starting talking like him by the end of the day!
He has a small speedboat that has been sitting there unused for about a year, and L recently approached him to make a smalltime business out of it, taking tourists on island trips. The trip we did today was to see the condition of the boat (not great) and what they needed to renovate before applying for insurance and making it legit.
Before we got going, we sat around... went to the bakery, then took the boat to the boat shop for some fishing equipment. Another funny Caribbean story actually.... I was waiting for guys by the boat, which they'd parked in a fuel stop, and when the attendant finally came he said they couldn't park there cos it was a gas station, so I said they wanted to fuel.
Then a couple of locals came up in a dinghy and the guy says to them there's no gas, basically because he wanted to eat his lunch and couldn't be fucked to help them. Not that he was that busy the other 23 hours of the day. Made up some story that the gas had run out and the guys drove off, pissed that he couldn't do his job. Then my mates came back and voila! There was gas! Wow. What a lazy ass.
Once we were out of the open sea, beers in the cooler and rods at the ready, we toured around the island thinking of places to fish or swim, and found ourselves roaring at a speed that ate the petrol. So off to another fuel stop on the French side. P kicked up his drinking by pouring a (huge) shot of rum into the coconut he was drinking and off we went.
Then we got off at Grand Casse, also on the French side, for late lunch. All courtesy of P, a generous soul, we ate ribs, chicken, stuffed crab and an array of vegetables. All in a market setting so not all that glamorous, and certainly not the best food I'd had, but P was in his element, proclaiming everything as "splendid", "magnificent" and "perfection". Well, it filled my belly, at the very least!
Then it was off for more boating to various spots, finally casting the line out to trawl in - would you believe it - a reserve! Before we knew it, a boat comes along close and - ignoring our waving, "We've got a line, we've got a line!!!" they cut it right off. Assholes! Then they drove up alongside us and told us it was a reserve. Oops. Sorry. Our bad.
A moment passed and we were distracted. Just like the whole day before us, we were like children - something shiny comes along and we're off. This time it was the sunset. And man, was it a good'un. We rounded the corner just as it was setting and, trying to be stealth since we didn't have any nighttime navigation lights, rounded around the bend back into Simpson Bay. Not before getting some stellar photos. What a view.
Back at P's house, we had some beers and then P disappeared... seems he'd had his fill and was passed out. It was one of those situations where you're at someone's house who'd facilitated an awesome day and it was the end. The curtain call. So L and I moved on, of course via the icecream place... I had a craving. Man, that shit is gooooood.
They want me to help out when I can on board if they ever get the business up n running... I said for sure, probably at night if you do sunset cruises, but I doubt I'll stay here long enuf for them to get so established. Is nice, though, to have a contact with a boat... Makes me want to take Erm out on some special trip including the key ingredients of beer, fishing, water and sun. Ahhhh, yeah.......
Crappy weather, classic day off
Had quite a pleasant sleep in one of the coolest nights so far on the island, actually used my sheet and so wasn't so much bothered by the mosquitoes my net apparently keeps out.
I have this book called The Great Sex Weekend, a random leftover I procured from my sister moving house. Not sure why I brought it here. I'm also not sure I want to read it - I fear it'll make me scale the walls. I made a comment about the no-sex thing being hard for all these months to my workmate and he burst into laughter. Apparently girls don't say that kind of thing around here.
Went to Seaside for the internet in the morning, spent another bazillion dollars calling A in Australia - first farm he was on had internet but no phone signal, the one he's on now has no internet and phone signal, I much prefer internet!! - then speaking with T for a while on Skype. Was good to catch up. It reminded me that our mutual friend was coming to Oz for a short while and maybe if I got myself back soon enuf I could catch him.
Half arranged to do La Bamba tonight with E, having already half arranged it with L, so I waited for his call and when it came, organised for the same time with him. I have tomorrow off too so it's a good night to have a couple of drinks. Not that it will be much more than a couple, Sundays are usually pretty chilled.
Kept it low-key today, given the overcast and even a bit cold weather, and St Barts was certainly not on the cards. All I heard from the guy about last night was that he'd had connectivity problems and got back to me after I'd already logged off, so that was that. I wonder if they sailed in the shit weather.
Went along for the ride with J to get some feed before he dropped me home. Funny thing happened at the gas station. We gave the guy $10 for gas (they don't let you do it yourself here during the day, which makes no sense as surely the night is when people would try to pump n run) and then drove off, watching as the meter did not move. We got the feed and came back to talk to the guy, and at the very same time another woman was screaming from her car that he'd done the same to her and gipped her with her change. There was arguing, nothing came of it and everyone screeched away in their cars grumpily. Ahh, St Maarten.
Watched some comedy on my laptop and washed my clothes, which proved more of a drama than in previous times. There was water all over the floor for some reason and as a result, I kept getting shocked and had to get my flatmate to keep unplugging it so I could actually take my clothes out as they were shocking me too. I really don't like getting shocked. Reminded me of the Help X place I went to in Romania where the shower fixture electrocuted people. I used to get drunk and challenge it - that was the only way I could clean myself, really. That's Romanian plumbing for you.
Returned to Seaside in the afternoon with a couple of the boss' dogs so they could get air. No way I was taking all 3 of the boisterous ones, just the choc Lab/German Shepherd X Angel and the stumpy-legged adoptee from the boss' parents, Polly. Bless her and her inproportionate body. They caused minor trouble but no chickens killed so I guess that's a plus.
So L and I went out to La Bamba but no pretty Canadian showed up, although I did get a missed call a little later from her. The bar got actually quite full and so I found myself - once again - staring at tourists my parents' age (presumably American) awkwardly dancing but ultimately having an awesome time in their holiday outfits, going a little bit more crazy than they would at the local bar back home dancing to cheesy rock n' roll covers. Ahh, what a view.
Really. Could you tell I'm pessimistic?? This place sometimes makes me crazy with all the old, fat American tourists. I'm sorry I don't mean they're all bad people but imagine trying to live when you're 27 and surrounded by these people all the time. And when I'm on my days off I get bundled into their little tourist circle so I know how it feels to live like them. Well, minus the large pricetag and air con and taxis and.... and.... well.... it's not so bad for me. I'm just bitching.
Scored a tequila shot off a lady who I spotted carrying a whole tray of them and commented on the large night she looked like she was about to have. Her reply, in an English accent, got me all excited and she ended up including me in on the round haha! Have I ever said how much I love the English??
So we got talking to some of the guys at La Bamba... they were also manning a yacht. I'm beginning to see a trend. When you hang out at the bars close to the mariners, you get results. Haha!! Kidding... But I do need to figure out which place is the best for "Old Years" just to make sure me and the Erm get the best party on offer. Only the best for the Erm. And me of course. Bring that shizzle fo nizzle on.
I have this book called The Great Sex Weekend, a random leftover I procured from my sister moving house. Not sure why I brought it here. I'm also not sure I want to read it - I fear it'll make me scale the walls. I made a comment about the no-sex thing being hard for all these months to my workmate and he burst into laughter. Apparently girls don't say that kind of thing around here.
Went to Seaside for the internet in the morning, spent another bazillion dollars calling A in Australia - first farm he was on had internet but no phone signal, the one he's on now has no internet and phone signal, I much prefer internet!! - then speaking with T for a while on Skype. Was good to catch up. It reminded me that our mutual friend was coming to Oz for a short while and maybe if I got myself back soon enuf I could catch him.
Half arranged to do La Bamba tonight with E, having already half arranged it with L, so I waited for his call and when it came, organised for the same time with him. I have tomorrow off too so it's a good night to have a couple of drinks. Not that it will be much more than a couple, Sundays are usually pretty chilled.
Kept it low-key today, given the overcast and even a bit cold weather, and St Barts was certainly not on the cards. All I heard from the guy about last night was that he'd had connectivity problems and got back to me after I'd already logged off, so that was that. I wonder if they sailed in the shit weather.
Went along for the ride with J to get some feed before he dropped me home. Funny thing happened at the gas station. We gave the guy $10 for gas (they don't let you do it yourself here during the day, which makes no sense as surely the night is when people would try to pump n run) and then drove off, watching as the meter did not move. We got the feed and came back to talk to the guy, and at the very same time another woman was screaming from her car that he'd done the same to her and gipped her with her change. There was arguing, nothing came of it and everyone screeched away in their cars grumpily. Ahh, St Maarten.
Watched some comedy on my laptop and washed my clothes, which proved more of a drama than in previous times. There was water all over the floor for some reason and as a result, I kept getting shocked and had to get my flatmate to keep unplugging it so I could actually take my clothes out as they were shocking me too. I really don't like getting shocked. Reminded me of the Help X place I went to in Romania where the shower fixture electrocuted people. I used to get drunk and challenge it - that was the only way I could clean myself, really. That's Romanian plumbing for you.
Returned to Seaside in the afternoon with a couple of the boss' dogs so they could get air. No way I was taking all 3 of the boisterous ones, just the choc Lab/German Shepherd X Angel and the stumpy-legged adoptee from the boss' parents, Polly. Bless her and her inproportionate body. They caused minor trouble but no chickens killed so I guess that's a plus.
So L and I went out to La Bamba but no pretty Canadian showed up, although I did get a missed call a little later from her. The bar got actually quite full and so I found myself - once again - staring at tourists my parents' age (presumably American) awkwardly dancing but ultimately having an awesome time in their holiday outfits, going a little bit more crazy than they would at the local bar back home dancing to cheesy rock n' roll covers. Ahh, what a view.
Really. Could you tell I'm pessimistic?? This place sometimes makes me crazy with all the old, fat American tourists. I'm sorry I don't mean they're all bad people but imagine trying to live when you're 27 and surrounded by these people all the time. And when I'm on my days off I get bundled into their little tourist circle so I know how it feels to live like them. Well, minus the large pricetag and air con and taxis and.... and.... well.... it's not so bad for me. I'm just bitching.
Scored a tequila shot off a lady who I spotted carrying a whole tray of them and commented on the large night she looked like she was about to have. Her reply, in an English accent, got me all excited and she ended up including me in on the round haha! Have I ever said how much I love the English??
So we got talking to some of the guys at La Bamba... they were also manning a yacht. I'm beginning to see a trend. When you hang out at the bars close to the mariners, you get results. Haha!! Kidding... But I do need to figure out which place is the best for "Old Years" just to make sure me and the Erm get the best party on offer. Only the best for the Erm. And me of course. Bring that shizzle fo nizzle on.
Today's forecast: Heavy head & heavier rain
It was a HOT morning. Compounded by the fact I was hungover, it was a horrible start to a day that was to deliver not much more on the plus side. I shooed the cat out from the night before (no pussy jokes, thanks) and begrudgingly went to feed the dogs. Oh, the dogs. They have so much energy. And of course today would be the day I needed to open the new feed bag - and I'm talking a fucking massive bag! And of course I spilt it all over the place. Ho hum.
Dogs all done, I headed to work and readied the horses. We had just one ride booked from the cruise ships, and I was scheduled to do it. Fine with me, I might get some tips! My positivity was quite literally dampened as another torrential downpour enveloped our entire world and left us stranded with the horses, chickens and peacocks under the stable dryness. I saw the cruise ship bus come, stop, turn around and leave again. No one even got out.
While I was eternally grateful I didn't have to take the grumbling people out in the wet, I knew it was going to be a boring day with not much to do. Until the rain stopped. When that finally happened, a couple of hours later, I got to work as well as I could. Which wasn't very well, considering my head. I managed to put the hose on the wrong way around, then forget to plug it back in altogether and turn the water on so it was splashing everywhere (like the ground needed to be more wet)... I was pretty useless.
They had planned an early Dutch celebration of Christmas, complete with "Sinterklaus" coming down on horseback, so thankfully it dried up for the afternoon. They had these people dressed like court jesters and all painted black - wasn't sure who they were meant to be, but wondered how the actual black people felt about this. Maybe it wasn't as racist as it came across to me.
Got an email on my lunch break from the man I met at the bar the previous night. He was keen to come for a horseride so that gave me something to do. I got the horses able to carry the biggest weight (they aren't small guys) and we went for a ride, after which I got a nice tip and invited out to dinner on the French side. I said I'd email them when I was finished work, which I did, but never heard back. So I got ready and waited where I said I would, and when they didn't show and it started to rain, I just went to the supermarket and bought my own dinner to make at home. No dramas.
He'd also invited me to St Barts again during the ride, so I wasn't sure when I logged on the next morning at work if I'd have an apology email and another invitation to go. Part of me knows it's suss, but another part of me has seen this all before and has never not been able to handle it before. He knows I'm taken and is almost my dad's age so should know there is absolutely no chance I'd go for him. Hey, if the guy wants to invite a young girl out to dinner with his crew, whatever. It's not like that buys me into their beds. As I said, I can handle myself.
When I was almost in bed - tired as I was, that was before 9pm on a Saturday night - I got a missed call from an unknown number. I don't usually call back those numbers but thought it could've been the guys. Turned out to be E, the sweet Canadian girl I'd met at Buccaneers, asking if I wanted to do something that night. Would've been pretty crap company if I'd said yes! Hopefully we hang out soon though, it would be nice to have a friend to do things with for once.
Dogs all done, I headed to work and readied the horses. We had just one ride booked from the cruise ships, and I was scheduled to do it. Fine with me, I might get some tips! My positivity was quite literally dampened as another torrential downpour enveloped our entire world and left us stranded with the horses, chickens and peacocks under the stable dryness. I saw the cruise ship bus come, stop, turn around and leave again. No one even got out.
While I was eternally grateful I didn't have to take the grumbling people out in the wet, I knew it was going to be a boring day with not much to do. Until the rain stopped. When that finally happened, a couple of hours later, I got to work as well as I could. Which wasn't very well, considering my head. I managed to put the hose on the wrong way around, then forget to plug it back in altogether and turn the water on so it was splashing everywhere (like the ground needed to be more wet)... I was pretty useless.
They had planned an early Dutch celebration of Christmas, complete with "Sinterklaus" coming down on horseback, so thankfully it dried up for the afternoon. They had these people dressed like court jesters and all painted black - wasn't sure who they were meant to be, but wondered how the actual black people felt about this. Maybe it wasn't as racist as it came across to me.
Got an email on my lunch break from the man I met at the bar the previous night. He was keen to come for a horseride so that gave me something to do. I got the horses able to carry the biggest weight (they aren't small guys) and we went for a ride, after which I got a nice tip and invited out to dinner on the French side. I said I'd email them when I was finished work, which I did, but never heard back. So I got ready and waited where I said I would, and when they didn't show and it started to rain, I just went to the supermarket and bought my own dinner to make at home. No dramas.
He'd also invited me to St Barts again during the ride, so I wasn't sure when I logged on the next morning at work if I'd have an apology email and another invitation to go. Part of me knows it's suss, but another part of me has seen this all before and has never not been able to handle it before. He knows I'm taken and is almost my dad's age so should know there is absolutely no chance I'd go for him. Hey, if the guy wants to invite a young girl out to dinner with his crew, whatever. It's not like that buys me into their beds. As I said, I can handle myself.
When I was almost in bed - tired as I was, that was before 9pm on a Saturday night - I got a missed call from an unknown number. I don't usually call back those numbers but thought it could've been the guys. Turned out to be E, the sweet Canadian girl I'd met at Buccaneers, asking if I wanted to do something that night. Would've been pretty crap company if I'd said yes! Hopefully we hang out soon though, it would be nice to have a friend to do things with for once.
Back on the booze
Was told there was a small earthquake here the other day at about 2am. Seems I slept like through it! Was about 4.6 on the Rictor scale apparently. I wake up here all the time from noises, I wonder how I managed to sleep through that.
No cruise ship today, so it was a bit slower at work. Had a ride first thing in the morning, two nice ladies from America. Been coming to the island for over 20 years so knew a helluva lot more about it than me! Enjoyed the ride, though, especially the water part.
R is handling the boss being away good so far, even though it's only been 2 days and quiet both days. Tomorrow will be interesting, as Santa Claus is coming and there will be screaming kids all over the place. Great! Can't wait.
J put my horse with another one on heat today, just so he could watch him fuck her. Now my horse is not a stallion anymore but still thinks he is, so this kinda thing still happens. No harm, no foul, but it's kinda sick that he wants to watch it - gross!! Sidenote: until today, I had never seen a 2-foot cock. OWWWWWW!!!
Came across a lone chicken today, sitting all day under the mounting blocks. On closer inspection, I saw she had all her back feathers pulled out and some pretty major, horrific scratch marks down her back. When she tried to move away from me, a great struggle, I saw a bone poke out through one of the holes on her back. Poor thing! Eventually I found someone who agreed she should be put out of misery and then it was lights out for her (by the other person of course, I'm chicken - oooh, wrong word there). We don't know if it was a turkey, mongoose, dog... but man, I felt for the poor creature!
Had another ride in the afternoon, three hot young girls probably about my age on a 2-hour ride. I let them go a little faster than allowed, just for the kicks, they seemed to like it and then I gave them a roundabout way to get back through the bush, and some more time in the water. And afterwards let them feed carrots to the horses. So they enjoyed themselves. They invited me out to Buccaneers for their last night drinks.
Had some major drama with our private road which people have started to use as a public thoroughfare because the paper printed that it was soon to be opened as such. So we have all these randoms coming through, tearing down the road, unconscious of the fact we have horserides going on all day... they were cursing black n blue to R and the others who got involved. I could hear them from the stables! I stayed well away...
I just can't believe some people on this island. They try to physically push the boulders that hold the chain, or even try to push through the chain with their trucks. It's private property, guys, have some respect!! If I saw a chain over a road like that, I wouldn't try to open it. It's clearly there for a reason.
Then J had 3 drunk American women for his sunset ride, which they thought I was taking out and were thoroughly disappointed when they heard I wasn't. However, I soon got them talking to J and they were happy as Larry to be going out with him. I had a feeling they'd try to get naked or something, and when I asked him the next day he said they did. Too funny. They also said they'd give him a tip and went to the car, and just drove off! Fucking bitches!
So I went out to Buccaneers and couldn't find the girl, so started talking with a pretty young girl that was left alone when the lady she was with ran off to talk with a friend. Turned out she had just arrived on the island to meet a family she had applied to nanny for, so she wasn't sure if she was staying or not. Then the girls came and we had a little crew happening.
Watched some hermit crab racing which was hilarious. The animated MC got the crowd riled up for some action-packed adventure, and at the climax of his little spiel, revealed the racing crabs who were almost all immobile, except for the couple crawling lazily about and another two climbing over each other. Eventually they made it to the edge of the ring, but it was a lot of effort for them seemingly!
Stood next to a group of older guys who had hired a boat to sail around St Maarten and its nearby islands, and swapped details with one of them as he mentioned there was space for me to do a random trip to St Barts on Sunday and Monday, the exact days I have off. Now I take that as a sign that I should be going! And you really do need to go to the island of the celebrities in a private yacht.
Ended up getting quite drunk and shaking my ass on the dancefloor (we were the only ones dancing) with the one Latin American girl among them all. Was good to finally get my groove on again!! Then it was home time. They offered to have me stay at their apartment but I knew it would be hard enuf getting up in the morning without having to walk back. And then feeding the dogs...
They insisted on ordering me a cab even though I couldn't afford it, and said they'd pay for it. So we waited. And waited. It took forever so I went to walk off, but was stopped because apparently if the person leaves, the cab then charges the place that booked it the fare. But then it was too long, and I called it quits. As I walked off, of course, the cab came and I found out it was $15. By this stage I'd said goodbye to the girls so I would've had to pay that - and the ride is about 2 mins!! See ya later! Then he followed me and told me to get in, he'd give me the ride for free. Sweet.
Drunken pasta and some playing with the cat, then bed. Unsurprisingly, I slept pretty soundly. Not sure if there was another earthquake, I wouldn't have woken. In the morning, found a cat sleeping on my bag - where did she?? oh that's right - crap strewn everywhere. Ahh, another successful night on the lash.
No cruise ship today, so it was a bit slower at work. Had a ride first thing in the morning, two nice ladies from America. Been coming to the island for over 20 years so knew a helluva lot more about it than me! Enjoyed the ride, though, especially the water part.
R is handling the boss being away good so far, even though it's only been 2 days and quiet both days. Tomorrow will be interesting, as Santa Claus is coming and there will be screaming kids all over the place. Great! Can't wait.
J put my horse with another one on heat today, just so he could watch him fuck her. Now my horse is not a stallion anymore but still thinks he is, so this kinda thing still happens. No harm, no foul, but it's kinda sick that he wants to watch it - gross!! Sidenote: until today, I had never seen a 2-foot cock. OWWWWWW!!!
Came across a lone chicken today, sitting all day under the mounting blocks. On closer inspection, I saw she had all her back feathers pulled out and some pretty major, horrific scratch marks down her back. When she tried to move away from me, a great struggle, I saw a bone poke out through one of the holes on her back. Poor thing! Eventually I found someone who agreed she should be put out of misery and then it was lights out for her (by the other person of course, I'm chicken - oooh, wrong word there). We don't know if it was a turkey, mongoose, dog... but man, I felt for the poor creature!
Had another ride in the afternoon, three hot young girls probably about my age on a 2-hour ride. I let them go a little faster than allowed, just for the kicks, they seemed to like it and then I gave them a roundabout way to get back through the bush, and some more time in the water. And afterwards let them feed carrots to the horses. So they enjoyed themselves. They invited me out to Buccaneers for their last night drinks.
Had some major drama with our private road which people have started to use as a public thoroughfare because the paper printed that it was soon to be opened as such. So we have all these randoms coming through, tearing down the road, unconscious of the fact we have horserides going on all day... they were cursing black n blue to R and the others who got involved. I could hear them from the stables! I stayed well away...
I just can't believe some people on this island. They try to physically push the boulders that hold the chain, or even try to push through the chain with their trucks. It's private property, guys, have some respect!! If I saw a chain over a road like that, I wouldn't try to open it. It's clearly there for a reason.
Then J had 3 drunk American women for his sunset ride, which they thought I was taking out and were thoroughly disappointed when they heard I wasn't. However, I soon got them talking to J and they were happy as Larry to be going out with him. I had a feeling they'd try to get naked or something, and when I asked him the next day he said they did. Too funny. They also said they'd give him a tip and went to the car, and just drove off! Fucking bitches!
So I went out to Buccaneers and couldn't find the girl, so started talking with a pretty young girl that was left alone when the lady she was with ran off to talk with a friend. Turned out she had just arrived on the island to meet a family she had applied to nanny for, so she wasn't sure if she was staying or not. Then the girls came and we had a little crew happening.
Watched some hermit crab racing which was hilarious. The animated MC got the crowd riled up for some action-packed adventure, and at the climax of his little spiel, revealed the racing crabs who were almost all immobile, except for the couple crawling lazily about and another two climbing over each other. Eventually they made it to the edge of the ring, but it was a lot of effort for them seemingly!
Stood next to a group of older guys who had hired a boat to sail around St Maarten and its nearby islands, and swapped details with one of them as he mentioned there was space for me to do a random trip to St Barts on Sunday and Monday, the exact days I have off. Now I take that as a sign that I should be going! And you really do need to go to the island of the celebrities in a private yacht.
Ended up getting quite drunk and shaking my ass on the dancefloor (we were the only ones dancing) with the one Latin American girl among them all. Was good to finally get my groove on again!! Then it was home time. They offered to have me stay at their apartment but I knew it would be hard enuf getting up in the morning without having to walk back. And then feeding the dogs...
They insisted on ordering me a cab even though I couldn't afford it, and said they'd pay for it. So we waited. And waited. It took forever so I went to walk off, but was stopped because apparently if the person leaves, the cab then charges the place that booked it the fare. But then it was too long, and I called it quits. As I walked off, of course, the cab came and I found out it was $15. By this stage I'd said goodbye to the girls so I would've had to pay that - and the ride is about 2 mins!! See ya later! Then he followed me and told me to get in, he'd give me the ride for free. Sweet.
Drunken pasta and some playing with the cat, then bed. Unsurprisingly, I slept pretty soundly. Not sure if there was another earthquake, I wouldn't have woken. In the morning, found a cat sleeping on my bag - where did she?? oh that's right - crap strewn everywhere. Ahh, another successful night on the lash.
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