People Watching is Improving
We've arrived in St. Lucia. What should we do for dinner ? Hmmm. No need to break the seal on our original propane tank (still full, as it was on Oct 15 of last year when we bought it). Plus, if we ever cranked on the oven in the boat, it might melt the directions which are no doubt still taped to the inside.
So, of course, we went to shore in search of a restaurant. The people watching was fabulous. Of course naming people sitting around us is a time honored ceremony. "Parrot-face", "Plain Jane from Janesville, WI", "Sonny Bono"............they were all entertaining........but couldn't take top honors this night. We ate (and drank) at the bar. Our server was enjoying her first day of working there. Recipe for disaster right ?
Instead, Fabienne was quite chatty. As she bonded with Kirstin, admittedly I began tuning out. Highlights of a Premier League match were being shown on a legit-sized bar TV so I was dividing my limited brain-cells between the two. It's easy. Just occasionally insert a "you don't say" or "uh-huh" and you get credit for participating. When two women get going, they understand the guy can't keep up..........they kind of treat you like you're a special olympian and give you a conversation handicap anyway.
But then, Fabienne's story started to get riveting............blah, blah, blah.....I'm a ballet dancer......blah, blah, blah......I was gay for 8 years and my girlfriend was beautiful........blah, blah, blah.......it's nothing like "Black Swan". WAIT A MINUTE..........What's not like "Black Swan" ? (I was hoping I knew the answer). This started to get better than Manchester United losing. Anyway, she's now married to a wealthy guy 14 years younger, lives on a boat, speaks 4 languages fluently..........totally cool person and incredibly interesting. Who knows ? Maybe "Parrot Face" has a story too but the smart money is on Fabienne.
So, of course, we went to shore in search of a restaurant. The people watching was fabulous. Of course naming people sitting around us is a time honored ceremony. "Parrot-face", "Plain Jane from Janesville, WI", "Sonny Bono"............they were all entertaining........but couldn't take top honors this night. We ate (and drank) at the bar. Our server was enjoying her first day of working there. Recipe for disaster right ?
Instead, Fabienne was quite chatty. As she bonded with Kirstin, admittedly I began tuning out. Highlights of a Premier League match were being shown on a legit-sized bar TV so I was dividing my limited brain-cells between the two. It's easy. Just occasionally insert a "you don't say" or "uh-huh" and you get credit for participating. When two women get going, they understand the guy can't keep up..........they kind of treat you like you're a special olympian and give you a conversation handicap anyway.
But then, Fabienne's story started to get riveting............blah, blah, blah.....I'm a ballet dancer......blah, blah, blah......I was gay for 8 years and my girlfriend was beautiful........blah, blah, blah.......it's nothing like "Black Swan". WAIT A MINUTE..........What's not like "Black Swan" ? (I was hoping I knew the answer). This started to get better than Manchester United losing. Anyway, she's now married to a wealthy guy 14 years younger, lives on a boat, speaks 4 languages fluently..........totally cool person and incredibly interesting. Who knows ? Maybe "Parrot Face" has a story too but the smart money is on Fabienne.