It’s another lazy morning today. I’ve such a mega lie-in that I begin to worry about getting bed sores. After the miserable drizzle of yesteryear we’re watching the skies for more downpours. But they don’t come so there’s no excuse not to venture out and swap sheets for sand. Nic pops into Point du Bout before joining me and my window-wiping crab friends at one of the little inlets near our home. We both take to the sea and plan our evening’s activities. Back at the ranch there’s little more to do than to sit back, enjoy supper and watch the Simpson’s before our neighbour Benoit turns up at our door. He only lives across the way and we’ve been parading our outfit options on the terrace to get collective approval but when he turns up at our door we’re all dressed differently. It may be the Caribbean but some dress codes apply and we make Benoit return home to replace his ¾ lengths and sandals for jeans and shoes.
We get a ti-punch in at Le Malibu before taking the ferry over to the dark side. We’ve enough time to convince Benoit to change his name to Brian for the night and pretend he’s Nic’s younger, Celtic Religion studying brother who is here for a surprise visit. Thomas and some other randomers are fooled into thinking there’s another Paddy in town but J.P is quick off the mark. We soon give Benoit permission to come out and talk French and J.P comes out with savoury pastries to mark the liberation of the French.
We pick up the charade again in the Mayflower but we soon loose interest in games and turn to guys – and girls, instead. Francine and Cécile are out and about. I get the scandal from them before twirling about the bar and the dance floor. Michel the DJ is on holidays so some hip-hop loving gangster is pumping out fat tunes in his place. He doesn’t do requests but between the lulls I get to chat to some familiar faces. As per usual the guy:girl ratio is 100:4 so we’re in our element - and the expense-free zone, all night. At the bar there are a group of guys I recognise from the DIRISI BBQ so I re-introduce and recruit some new dancing buddies. Sebastian, Benjamin, Stephano, Oswaldo and Jerome are on for continuing the revelry in Lil Buddha. We soon gather a troop and invade the posh Parisian sister hot-spot which is more like a walk-in Buddhist devotee bar at the best of times. I’ve brought my heels but I get in in my flip-flops.
I stop dead in my tracks when I spy a blue and orange t-shirt at the bar. It’s Dorian. I decide to give him some advice before warning Nicola. Nic is outside talking to Fix. I’m sure she knows whose inside so I leave them to their heart-to-heart before being beckoned by the bouncer. I’m sure he has spied my forbidden footwear but the poor sod just wants a chat so I oblige for an instant until some danceable tunes come on.
I like to think my words of wisdom filtered into Dorian’s brain cavities. Himself and Nicola are reunited once again. I may be brief and short-lived but it’s the best way for them to end their time together – with a clean slate and stolen kisses. I’m very happy to watch the couple come together once again but I’m no voyeuse so I take to the dance floor with the cool tunes and beautiful boys.
It isn’t long until morning swings around. Benoit and I check in with Nicole and Picole before heading for the navette. Benoit is one of those annoying drunks but I’m well able to fob him off and I even give him a little push as he gets on to the navette! Oswoldo and Jerome are on for going to the beach so I invite them over to Anse Mitan for breakfast and scarper off to meet them and their motor once Benoit is cast across the bay. Though before we zip off to the boulangerie Fix, Nic and Dorian appear to bid us good morning and we soon all go our separate ways.
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