October 05, 2000

Vacation in St Thomas: Part One

After a rough couple of months, Kate and I both desperately needed a vacation. We packed up and headed to St. Thomas for some rest and relaxation, big pimpin style, yo.

kate h, me — This was taken in at Kate's apartment in Boston right before we left Bean town to drive down to JFK.

kate h, me — Eveything was running on schedule right up to the last leg of our trip to the airport when we realized that the Belt Parkway was closed. We ended up having to take some crazy ass detour and as a result we didn't arrive in time for our flight's check in. I showed up at the gate and the woman at the counter starts shaking her head and goes "Uh-uh." I was like "What do you mean 'Uh-uh'?"...then I had a heart attack. It turns out there was another flight and she hooked us up. Here's us with our newly issued tix.

kate h — We landed a day earlier than our scheduled check-in at the resort so we spent the first night in a beachside hotel near the airport. Fresh out of the water Kate poses on our room's porch (a photo which resulted in me locking ourselves out of our room).

kate h — Day two. Here's the view from our insanely nice cliff-perched condo at Bluebeard's resort.

kate h, me — In the water at Meghan's Bay.

kate h — After resting up the first night, we decided to hit the town on our second night. We asked for the local "hot spot" and were promptly directed to some Cabana-type bar in the middle of a strip mall parking lot....where we met this guy, the drunkest guy ever. He was from England and wanted us to call him should we ever visit. He wrote his number down on a 20 pound note in the most illegible handwriting I've ever seen.

kate h, me — Aw yeah.

kate h — After we got our drink on, we headed to another bar across the street. Right when we walked in the door they told us that if did a body shot off of Kate, we'd both drink free all night. A whip-creamed Kate awaits..

kate h, me — I was so drunk I almost threw up on her stomach trying to choke down a buch of spray whipped cream mixed with whatever it was that they poured into her belly button. But hey, FREE DRINKS!

kate h, me — Day three back at Meghan's Bay.

kate h — I was standing in the water with Kate and all of sudden she started jumping around and screaming because something was on her foot...which turned out to be a startfish. Right after I took this photo I promptly ripped off all of its arms. That'll teach him! NOBODY messes with MY girl!

On our third night, the resort we were staying at threw a big party complete with alcohol (free), giant buffet (not free, doh!), limboing and kareoke. Here's me rocking my ultra tough limbo skillz. At first glance, it might look like the guy in the white shirt is trying to help me under...well, he's not. Look more carefully and you'll see that this evil man is pushing me so that I'll fall. (Evil Man! Evil "My Teeth Look Like Baked Beans" Man! Curse you!)

Some limbo master guy.

After limboing under the lowest notches on the poles, he placed the bar on top of two beer bottles and then lit the motherfucker on fire.

kate h — Kate teaches the Caribbean a thing or two about Karaoke.

kate h — Later that evening Kate traveled back in time to visit me at age 8. (This was some poor kid who was there at the resort with his parents. There were NO OTHER KIDS there for him to play with. We felt bad...so we got him drunk.

kate h — Gratuitous heine shot.