This morning I braved the high seas to dinghy over to town. We had two large bags of trash to deposit, we needed water and Amy supplied me with money and a grocery list. I also had to get fuel for the dinghy, top up our Bahamian, pay as you go, cell phone and score some ice for happy hour.
I don't think I mentioned that I accidentally killed our freezer during the storm. I was trying to remove a steak and a bag of ice that were ice-welded to the side of the freezer when I stabbed a freon passage with an ice pick. A freak accident to be sure, but the rest of Team Dream Catcher is now referring to me a the "Freezer Slayer". Shitty death!
I am pretty sure I can fix the freezer, but more research is required. If it turns our I can't, Ollie (Dejarlo) or Frank (FatChance) will be getting a call asking them to bring us a new unit. (Fair warning notice!!!!)
The trip to town turned in to an all morning marathon. It seems everyone both on land and sea were stuck in their domiciles for the duration of the storm. It took me almost an hour to escape the clutches of the Exuma market, mostly thanks to these four Japanese women who fought me tooth and nail for the choicest fresh veggies.
I'm not sure what their story was, but they actually went as far as to remove veggies from my cart while I was off looking to fulfill my grocery list. They did this not once, not twice, but three different times. Having never been to Japan, I can only speculate as to whether or not this is an acceptable practice.
Each time I would catch them in the act and through a mixture of glares and hand gestures I would convince them to return my goods.
"Domo Arigato, mother fu#$ker !!!!!" I yelled as I smacked the matriarch of the far east contingent with a spoiled potato. "Respect my AUTHORITAY !!" and I fired off another salvo of over ripe radishes.
It was food wars at it's finest, I assure you.
It wasn't pretty and I'm not entirely proud of my behavior beating up on non-English speaking senior citizens, but if I hadn't of shown up back on Dream Catcher with the goods, I was facing a high risk of being a victim of spousal abuse.
And remember, they started that whole World War II thing back at pearl Harbour, right, so I figure these ladies had it coming. Sort of? Maybe?
Anyhow, this evening we went up to St. Francis for happy hour and a 10 man poker game. The restaurant is officially closed, so there was no staff or patrons. We brought some sort of miscellaneous goo to share and I personally brought a gallon of margaritas.
If your interested, it takes 6 hours to drink a gallon of margaritas and you can make it through two entire poker games if you plan accordingly.
Game 1 resulted in me finishing third and Amy winning. Game 2 was a cash game with a $20 buy in and when the dust settled we came out ahead an addition $32. Nice.
We didn't get home until midnight and we promptly called it a day. See you tomorrow. More to follow, end of line ....
P.S. - Today's picture is of the scene of the crime, Exuma Market