The Simple Life

Having too much choice is at times not as fantastic as one would’ve thought. There always comes a time when all and sundry do not live up to your preconceived expectations of availability. So further options are explored, afterall, a bird cannot fly on one wing….balance is required sooo…..

In the darkness of the night his golden brown skin glowed…alive with the anticipation of the task at hand and the activities to follow. As he smiled and made his approach I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t see the effect of the occasion on me.

“What can I do for you this evening?” His question was a simple one but I felt anxiety as I pondered what I really wanted.

“A medium conch soup and a bottle of water” I responded and enjoyed the sight of his strong jeans clad thighs as he rushed to fill my order. Lover’s Rock floated through the speakers and voices were raised in excitement while the smell of steam and roasted oyster wafted through the air.

Harbour View Round-About on any night but moreso Friday and Saturday nights is the place to be for seafood lovers. Now, this stuff is not for the weak….wi talking real, real conch stew, raw and roasted oyster, pepper from a questionable bottle which just adds to the excitement, fish frying in a black dutch pot, fried chicken, jerk chicken at every spot, fish soup, conch soup, chicken soup, rice and peas, vegetables, festival a roll, bammy bubbling in hot oil and lots and lots of alcohol…nice.

If you can appreciate a simple flex, this is the ideal thing. You can enjoy your meal to the sounds of Beres or watch a movie or two from a picnic table. Conversation, if that’s your thing, is easy with all you meet cause the vibe is jus’ sweet but if you prefer to gaze at the stars while you eat, that can be facilitated.

Sitting on my own at a picnic table smiling mostly at every person who stops to say “Goodnight”, I had my conch stew and thought about what I would do when got to the airport…how good it would feel to be in his arms again….if only for the weekend.