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Day 7Written by Kid Bacardi We finally got up on Thursday morning at about 10 or so. We met up in Chuck and Peters’ room to get ready to head off to the island. We had to take these fuckin boats in to the port because the shit wasn’t big enough to port cruise ships. We jumped in this little shit of a boat and headed to the shore. When we got off we just started wandering around checking shit out. There really wasn’t shit to do so we headed to Seven Mile Beach to just chill for a while. The bar at the beach was a fuckin rip off and they wanted $10 to sit in a chair on the beach. Since we were only gonna be there for an hour we said fuck it and just sat next to some bitches. They were cool as fuck, but they were on the other ship heading back to Cozumel. We talk to them for a while and then decided to take a swim. The beach got old after a while so we headed back to the port to get back on the boat. The line was long as fuck, so Bitch, Peters, and I decided to sit in the bar across the street and booze while everyone else stood in line. We got ripped off for fuckin booze again and then missed our chance to jump back in line with everyone else. I decided to order anther beer and we sent Bitch down to go stand in line and go for round two. We talked to some dudes from Miami Ohio and they told us that Jamaica was wild as fuck. They told me that anything that you wanted to buy, you could get. I decided then and there that I needed to get some shrooms. Bitch was getting towards the front of the line, so I pounded my beer and headed across the street. We jumped in line with him and got back on the boat. I decided to pass out for a while before dinner. I realized that it was St. Patrick’s Day and jumped up to grab a Guinness before dinner. After dinner I was back at it. Everyone else was playing craps, so I just chilled around the table and pounded more Guinness. After about 4, Peters decided to get in the mix. After awhile, everyone ran out of cash and we went in to watch some of the tournament games in the sports bar. After awhile, I headed over to find Peters. He was by the Roulette table now and only Chuck was still gambling. We started talking to the Canadian and teaching her all kinds of sweet lines and slang. The quote of the night happened when she asked us to hold her drink and we told her we were going to toss some ruffies in there. She said, “that’s fine as long as you don’t spill my drink.” Now if that is a quote from a boooozer I don’t know what is. Jeremy was wasted by this point in time because he lost his cash and had been drinking double vodka and Sprite since to got off the table. The casino closed, so we head back to the top deck to the only bar that stays open late. Some of the crew was up there drinking and eating flaming cherries. Chuck started blowing fireballs with 151 and after a few he gave me the shot. I pounded that down and then he ordered another double shot to do one more fireball. Again the shot was passed off to me so of course I pounded it down. I was definitely wasted by this point in time and then the bar fucking closed. We headed back to the suite to make some more drinks. We chilled there for a while and just about the time we were docking in Jamaica, we all passed out for a few hours. Archives Page |
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