more Caribbean memories

I woke to a dreary day. It snowed early this morning and the ground was covered with a thin layer of slush and heavy snow. The sky, preparing itself for a full day of rain, sleet and ice, was grey. Everything looked grey and dismal.

I left the house and headed for work, still feeling a little sleepy and grumpy. (I’m always grumpy in the morning when I haven’t had enough sleep.) I turned on the radio to a local station. It’s one of those lite-rock stations. Q92 is its call name. (Is that what that’s called… a call name?) Their morning crew (a hilarious trio) were playing a song titled Dollar Wine. It’s a song I’ve only heard once before and that was when I was on a cruise ship sailing through Central America.

Hubby J, my cousin G, and I were on this cruise together about three years ago. During one of the evenings, the ship’s entertainment crew were entertaining us with music and dancing on the main deck. It was a windy night and we were tired, so we sat close to the action, bundled up against the harsh wind. The crew asked passengers to join them on deck to learn some dance moves. Several good sports got up there, an almost equal mix of men and women.

The moves were a little à la Macarena, but not quite the same. Part of the lyrics repeat these words in succession: Cent… Five Cent… Ten Cent… Dollar. Each time the word “dollar” is heard, the dancers are to thrust their hips forward and back once. The song continues and they stop and restart it as the rhythm-challenged passengers get used to the little dance routine. That series of words is repeated several times and, later in the song, the same words are repeated at about double the tempo: Cent. Five cent. Ten cent. Dollar. So the pelvic thrust comes a little quicker. And then, the word “dollar” is repeated several times at an even quicker pace: Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. Dollar. resulting in some very rapid hip thrusts that make everyone look like (if they’re doing it right, of course) they’re humping the air.

Of course, this was all meant to be amusing, and it was. One man, however, caught everyone’s attention. His hip thrusts were quite remarkable. He was energetic and rapid and was really putting his all into these thrusts. Everyone was cheering him on and it looked like he was enjoying the attention because he decided to personalize this little dance move. He began making a motion with his hand that made it look like he was engaging in coitus doggie style and spanking his partner’s buttocks. My eyes went wide, not in shock or disgust, but in appreciation. Suddenly, this very plain looking man became incredibly attractive to my submissive eyes. I know I blushed because I felt the sudden warm flush in my face as my thoughts went to matters of a much more private nature than that very public environment would allow.

After I pushed those thoughts aside, I looked over at my very vanilla cousin’s face and saw that she was in shock too – but her look was not one of approval. So I started laughing. I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. And, of course, this set off her laughter as well.

When I heard that same song this morning, my thoughts were immediately transported back to that man and his spanking and thrusting “dollar” moves and I began to laugh hysterically all by myself in my car while driving to work. I knew I had to share this with my cousin. So I emailed her as soon as I turned on my computer at the office and reminisced with her a little. She replied, “I remember that it was funny and scary all at the same time.” Ahh, if only she knew about a fraction of the things her dear cousin has done. I think she’d be speechless.