Went to fill the car up with gas so it could be returned. We had a Suzuki Swift that used less than 2 gallons of gas with all the driving we did yesterday. Good thing, too. Gas was $5.61 Cayman dollar for an Imperial gallon which is .8 of a US gallon. Yikes, it must be expensive for the boats to operate.
Stopped at the desk to talk to Laura, one of my favorites. She's from Argentina, same as Pablo, my latest new gay boyfriend. She said they studied hotel management together and were in the Virgin Islands for a couple years. Went back to Argentina to further their education, then got jobs here. Imagine what they invested in tuition to work at the reception desk. Our drinks guy last night is from the Phillipines and the cleaning lady on the beach is from jamaica. It's a little United Nations here.
Stopped to see the parrot on my way in. He wanted to play tug o war again and screeched with delight when he won. I have decided to call him Herr Proffesor Dr Dr Sleepy Nie Nie Rope a Dope Lover Boy. Nealie, the door man says they do take him out everyday and let him interact with people in the lobby and on the beach.
Lastly, but definitely not leastly. I need a Tim Gunn intervention here. It's one thing for the young boys to sag their britches, sometimes it's funny to see them try to run without losing their pants. But honestly, who ever thought that it was a good idea for a man with a big belly to fasten his pants, shorts, bathing trunks, whatever........low under the belly and let that big ol thing hang out for the world to see. And if they are hairy........don't get me started. "No" said Kane and Jix, "that is a very bad idea indeed".