THE FUN CONTINUES

7 PM

Aden, Newsom, Kline, Keith and I all went out for some local fare at Champion House, an island fave. I had the curried goat/oxtail combo with a bowl of conch chowder. It was very reasonable...about the only thing on the island that was. The whole meal cost me $20 Cayman, equivalent to $25 USD. On the way out, some local drunk was picking up some to go food and apparently had never seen a mohawk. He looked at Aden and began yellong "Fuck mon...that's fucking great mon." The whole place began watching us watching him. He than let out a large fart and began laughing uncontrollably. Different strokes for different folks.

We headed back to the hotel but stopped off at a cigar bar just across the street from the Westin. We all went in and smoked a cuban cigar. I went with the Montecristo #2, a fav I discovered when in the Netherlands several years ago. We also had Cristal, a light Cuban beer. I didn't like it as much as I did Caybrew, the beer brewed on the island, but still good. Tired as well from the time change and all the traveling, we turned in shortly after the party broke up around 11 pm. Those "heavenly beds" at the Westin are just that...I slept like a rock.

MAR 10 - 9 AM

Tony and I went for breakfast at the Westin buffet. Mistake. The buffet was about like a Shoney's, the only saving grace was the fresh mango. All in all, it cost us about $25 USD. Aen went across the street to the cafe and got a buffet and coffee for $10 USD. Live and learn.

At 10 am, the crew was going for load in and realized we'd left a piece of gear at the airport. I headed that way with a claim ticket, my driver helped talk me into the back door of the baggage area and I found the bag. I took it over to the Ritz where the crew was getting set up. If you haven't been to the Ritz in Grand Cayman you haven't seen what heaven looks like. It's amazing and serves to remind you that you need to make a lot more money.

12 PM

Back at the Ritz for soundcheck. They have a nice stage set up in the Courtyard behind the Ritz. It backs up to a lagoon with stairs leading down to a small boat ramp. I walked over to this boat ramp to sit dow and call my wife. As she answered, I noticed something about two feet from me shuffle a little bit. It was this...

Yes folks, that is an island iguana that measured about three feet in length. You can imagine my surprise when the little fellow turned my way. It was enough for everyone to stop soundcheck and come take pics of the thing.

After soundcheck we had a couple hours so I ran over to the beach for a little time. Keith and Kline went sailing. This is what the beach looked like. Very much like the Corona commercial.


After all this fun, we still had a show to do. A corporate gig at that. It went really well. A beautiful set up that probably cost way more money than I'll ever have, the party was made up of a bunch of financial people that probably wait a whole year to cut loose. When it was done, Kline and I made our way back to the cigar bar for one last Cuban treat.

We flew home very early Tuesday morning. The only thing worse than the Cayman airport is probably the Miami airport. It's a zoo. I made it home shortly after lunch and instead of catching up on rest I'm writing this blog and dreaming about blue water and white sand.

Off to Wichita...