November 27, 2004

"Yuh married yet?"

Spent this afternoon driving around the perimeter of St Kitts. Afterall, I did it to Nevis. You remember from Maths, everything you do on one side of the equation, you have to do to the other? So off I went.

First stop was The Golden Lemon. It was featured in Conde Naste Johanssen's guide. I dont think it should be there. The rooms are not bad, not but up to the quality of other hotels in that guide.

Next stop. Ottley's Plantation Inn. First a 'cuppa' then a look at two rooms. Nice enough. Very spacious. One of the highlights of the property are the lawns. Very well manicured and the landscaping is attractive. Lovely view of the ocean as well.

After the room tour, I went back to Reception for a brochure. The young speaky-spoky lady who took me around explained that they were re-doing the brochures so rate sheets were not available. One of her seniors who had earlier found out that I was Jamaican, said "lemme get one of the proper ones as you're a yardie".

When she came to give me the stuff at the counter, she said "yuh married yet?". Nooooooooooooooooooooo, I said. She hand me a brochure which reads...

'Have a dream wedding'.

Picture your wedding.... the brochure starts. Then...

Can you see it? A Caribbean island, swaying palms, lush foliage, a tropical breeze. You are standing at the top of old stone steps. Behind you is a gorgeous, restored great house set against a backdrop of rainforests and mountains.

The view, as you look down the plantation's wide lawn and across feathery palms, is of brilliantly coloured vegetation, the sea beyond, and blue sky dotted with clouds. As a soft breeze catches your dress, you walk towards a beautiful garden growing in the ruins of the raised, round base of an ancient sugar mill. There you fiance awaits, with a ring and a promise, to complete this magical moment and mark the beginning of your new life.

To the question "can you see it?", I answer a very loud NO. If the unthinkable should happen, it won't be no grand affair. In a magistrate's office is just fine with me. Then I'll....oh sorry, it should be 'we' nuh!....we'll throw a fete for our friends.

I just can't picture it. Honestly I can't. Somebody told me the other day that he has to find somebody for me, because I am too lovely to be alone!

I wish him luck in finding someone who would want to marry/hump a whale?

Posted by yamfoot at November 27, 2004 05:38 PM
Comments

Yammie, how you can hangle youself so? A whale? You know, sometimes the things in life that we feel are the least likely to happen are the ones that turn around and catch us. Careful....you just may end up having the said storybook wedding inna de brochure!

Posted by: Dr. D. at November 27, 2004 09:12 PM

who would want to marry/hump a whale?
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a HUMPback whale!

sorry...but you lined that one up too well yamfoot. but, why refer to yourself so? that's not good.

Posted by: bootsie at November 28, 2004 12:28 AM

I agree with the doc. these things have a way of suprising you. Who knows you may be just a step away from soem fellow sweeping you off your feet into a whirlwind courtship and off to the priest.

yea and shame on you for the whale comment.

Posted by: jdid at November 28, 2004 10:23 AM

My dear Yammie, we curvy girls are all the envy of the aneroxal bodies - just enough meat in ALL the right places.... but I know how it feels when you have been on your own for a while - the "what the H-E-double stick wrong wid me!!" argument starts floating around your head...

Stop wid the wedding brochures - they are noxious to the spirit!

Posted by: Princess P de la Bimshire at November 28, 2004 09:19 PM

Bwoy some people hard pon demself iyah!! I'm certain that you are not as you describe yourself.
You may just be surprized about the wedding.

Posted by: scratchie at November 29, 2004 03:13 PM