Wednesday, May 21, 2008

In The Navy (On the Boat), Part 9

We spent the day mindlessly milling around town, beautiful place, Eh-Hem. We found the strip club waaaayyyy too early and went in. It was open. They had the “B” and “C” performers in there that early. We stayed for a while though. We eventually went wandering and found the beach. The beach was the widest I had ever seen and they keep it pristine, very spectacular. We milled around there for a while and worked on the sunburns. Eventually we got thirsty.

As I said before, Dyke likes Biker Bars. They have lots of those in FLA. We went into one that smelled of urine and I told Dyke I wasn’t staying. The place was nasty. I think we had a quick beer a game of pool and were off.

We found a bank and stocked up on cash for the night. I noticed a little lizard running around outside the bank. I was amazed, I had no clue they were everywhere down here. Mid afternoon there was a horrendous thunderstorm. Those are also everywhere down here in the summer, in the afternoon.

We killed the rest of the afternoon wandering in and out of different shops, then ate dinner. Now it was time to head to the club! We got there too early and it was dead, so we played some pool in a separate room in the bar. We would walk around a corner and see what was on stage and check if it was noteworthy. At this point, the waitresses were cuter that most of the dancers. Am I sounding condescending here?? Sorry.

Sure enough, guys from the Boat started showing up, mostly in little groups and a van must have come by, because one large group rolled in. There had to be ½ of the Weapons Department there. Everyone was in good moods and things were going great. As the night wore on, the top shelf acts started into the rotation on stage and the pool table was abandoned.

It was inevitable as the night progressed; someone was going to do something stupid. You can’t get this many sailors together in one place, that serves alcohol and avoid it…ever. A few guys did. One guy got escorted to the door, by the bouncers, for touching a girl on stage. A few of his mates trailed after them. I blew my share of singles at the stage and had a good buzz going.

Another guy tried to pick a fight with some locals and the whole group was shown the door. I don’t know what it was over, but it was probably something really stupid. I was getting to know one waitress a bit, a gal called Debbie. She had might as well be naked herself, dressed only in lingerie. She was pretty cute, but too chunky to dance, not fat, big boned I guess I would say. Again condescending…

I had been tipping Debbie pretty good all night (waitress/bartender training) and she was doing a great job of keeping Dyke and I lubed. Even so, I was keeping myself under control and not getting “faced”. Some of the others there were getting sloppy drunk. Staggering around and getting loud.

Eventually the girl Dyke and I saw at breakfast appeared on stage and took a lot of our money. Of course we flashed her card to the other guys who were still able to focus their eyes and boasted that we had met her that morning..we were invited! She was a class act, one of the rare really good ones...really good. I think after her second act, I was done, it was late and we had endured a long day. I bade Debbie farewell and dragged Dyke outside to wait for the van.

We poured ourselves into the van when it arrived and went a few hundred yards, when someone had to throw up (it may have been me). It was a long ride back to the Boat. In the morning, we were all saying “My head hurts.” Over and over.

1 comment:

  1. I read all of your navy blogs. It's really interesting.
    You're doing a good job, I want to read more!

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