Scarlott Letters

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Champagne, tacos and toilets…

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Tuesday was our last full day on the island. 😦 When I went in to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee this morning, I noticed that Gloria was listening to Christian music. I’m not sure but I think she might be planning an exorcism for us. In any case, we had fresh fruit and eggs benedict for breakfast, which was heavenly, so maybe that was her inspiration as opposed to exorcism.

Most of us just laid back and chilled, but Tres (there’s trouble already), Gina and Julie went out for one last day of boating. I tried to get one of them to guest blog about their adventures, but that must have seemed too much like work because there weren’t any takers. If I were to guess, I’d say drinking, drinking and more drinking…although there is a picture of one of the men, (which if you’ve been paying attention shouldn’t be too hard to figure out) sitting bare-assed on a toilet on top of a rock out in the open. You know there’s got to be a story there somewhere.

The rest of us stayed at the house, went down the mountain to Sopher’s Hole, by car this time, for lunch and last minute gift-buying. Now that I think about it, our schedule throughout the trip has been, chill, party, chill, party. We’re back on chill today…except for the three boaters who didn’t get the memo. Both ways are great for spending a day in the BVI. In fact, when I think about it, there’s not a bad way to spend the day here.

Our sailboat master captain, Risky Ray, and his lovely wife invited us to meet them at the BVI Royal Yacht club for cocktails and Taco Tuesday. Something about the words “Royal Yacht Club, and “tacos” just doesn’t seem like they should ever go together in the same sentence, but the tacos were, in fact, quite good. The salsa didn’t lose anything in the translation either because it would burn the lips right off your face. It may have been the first time I’ve had real French champagne with tacos, but it won’t be the last. Thanks again to our great hosts and new friends! You guys rock!

Back at the house, it was time for one last stogie and drink around the patio table. I actually made up a new drink: a shot each of XO Patron, Bailey’s, coconut cream brandy, half and half, and coke. I call it yum-in-a-glass. We reminisced about what a great trip it’s been. To our traveling buddies, Dave and Judy, who didn’t make it this time around, you can see from the picture below that we missed you guys…better start planning for next year.

Our ride back to the airport Wednesday morning was at the house to pick us up at 5:30 a.m., or 4:30 Texas time. Whipping around those tight curves and speed bumps by early morning light was better than a ride on the mechanical bull at Billy Bob’s. Gina and Denise were a little green by the time we arrived at the airport, where Tres was practically strip searched again. He needs to quit winking at those TSA agents.

If you ever get the opportunity to fly first class, do that. It doesn’t suck. I don’t know what was happening back in coach, but up front, not only did we have nuts, but warmed nuts…and not just those crappy peanuts, but almonds and cashews…and warmed moist hand towels…and your choice of chicken or stuffed manicotti with salad that had artichoke hearts, capers and kalamati olives and sourdough rolls, and wine…with real cloth napkins and a little tablecloth…and fresh baked oatmeal cranberry cookies. Yessiree, it does not suck. Wheels down in Dallas and it will be back to reality, so I’m just going to wrap up with my little pillow and blanket and enjoy these last couple of hours of bliss.

Thanks for following the blog and our little group of miscreants. I hope you enjoyed it. I know we did.






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