




a couple pineapple+rum drinks later, i can't remember the name of the reggae cover band. but they were fantastic, providing an all ages dance up.
a nightime notation: a lot of white people have a tough time with rhythm, something i can't quite comprehend. it's a beat. you listen and you move appropriately. seems like, duh.
+another: the first time i came down here. i was 17..like these chic a dee's, i thought i looked like+acted+seemed at least 21 or 25. when in fact. i, like they, seem 16 or 17. perky tits, falling on the floor, barely dressed and obviously terribly experienced. o youth.
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