Jack of all trades.

This is brilliant:

This jack is holding the bench seat up. Love that!

Thanks, Bronc, for your sharp eyes.

HighTide Bar-Grill Great reviews coming our way... Than again, with great drinks and great food, how can they be bad! If you are out in St. Johns- Come check us out!

High Tide Bar & Seafood Grill, St. John, USVI

www.hightidevi.com

Our Location is just steps from the ferry dock on the beach in beautiful Cruz Bay, St John, United States Virgin Islands.

This brings us full circle to this High Tide sign from last April:

Is that an avocado in your pocket?

Or are you just happy to see me?

And let me add, I was so happy that the cashiers at the market got such a chuckle at my produce purchase today.

Wowee! Trunk Bay after all of the rain.

Price "Not-Really-So" Smart

I always said I'd never vote for anyone who puts their nickname on the election ballot. A few come to mind:  Alicia "Chucky" Hanson, Terrence "Positive" Nelson, and Pedro "Pete" Encarnacion. So that's my new nickname for PriceSmart on St. Thomas.

Maybe he'll come to get you if you do not heed the WARNING and  DO STACK MERCHANDISE.

Ah, shit, wait. He's the Brawny dude, not Bounty.

Bye, bye, Delta Airlines. Nice knowing you! How many more times does the truck mash up the plane before you pull out? I am betting, not too many more times.

The truck smacked the plane hard enough to snap the door backwards off its hinges and damage the fuselage. Nice. Second time in two weeks. The passengers were sent to hotels for the night.

I'd like to buy a "d", please.

How lazy was I? Too lazy to get out of my car to shoot this sign that was ten feet away from me. So you are viewing it through the spiral staircase, which I feel adds a lovely, chopped-up element to it.

I sincerely hope this expire's soon.

OUCH!

So, if someone spend's, lets say, $2,500, they can save either $500 or $700? And if someone spend's, lets say, $4,100, they can save either $900 or $1,200?

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo;  catch some typos by the toe.

If they holler, let them go.

And this ad really blow's.  

Grrrrr...

Cruz Bay, Friday, June 23, 2010

Damn these taxis for taking up three of our six alloted parking spaces at the end of the dock.

I have a black belt in shopping! And packing! It's just too bad that I never learned how to use my mirrors to reverse.

Blech!

Rain, rain, go away!!!

3:00 p.m., Tuesday, June 20, 2010

Chocolate Hole East Road

Run-off in Great Cruz Bay:

Ghut near The Westin:

Well, now, I guess our dumpsters have morphed into abandoned car lots.

Which gives us a nice change of scenery from the usual pile of dead refrigerators, deep freezers, bbq's, mattresses, engines, TV's, and an occasional shopping cart.

Those two vehicles have been stripped of tags, stickers, tires, and just about everything else. Hmm, I'll say it yet again. The dump is only just down the road, you lazy-asses.

Sunday, June 18, 2010

So I decided to meet friends at Francis Bay this afternoon. After a late start, and with slightly cloudy skies, I headed up North Shore Road at 1:00. Hawksnest was packed, which should have been my first sign. At the Trunk Bay overlook, five (yes, five) Jeeps were parked and their occupants had walked down to Trunk Bay. Why? Because after the paving was finished at Trunk, they (Park Rangers?) put rocks on the side of the road so visitors can no longer park there when the lot is full. Really, now? Trunk is one of the top ten beaches in the world, but there is very little parking, and now there's even less. Brilliant.

I drove by Cinnamon, which was full-to-overflowing, as was Maho. At Francis, I parked way down at the end of the road, and flip-flopped my way around the mud puddles, splashing mud up the back of my legs. Grrrrr. There were people EVERYWHERE. The people sitting next to us had one level of volume when they spoke, and that was LOUD. Really, I don't want to hear about your wife's rug burn. Like my girlfriend said, "I'll give you rug burn, buddy, if you don't shut the hell up!"

I was there for maybe thirty minutes when the thunder and rain started, and the wind was whipping umbrellas, rafts, and beach toys all over the place. Pretty comical, actually. I shot this picture on the way up King's Hill Road. Once at Bordeaux, it was a gigantic white-out, and the wind was fierce. No photo because my camera is not waterproof. There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Oh, fucking stay home. We have enough people peeing in public here.

My wife and I are moving to STT because work is relocating me. We are tremendously excited because we have vacationed there several times, and have always talked about packing it in one day and moving there. Here is the problem, my wife is a bartender, she has a good job here, and we understand that she will make less there. That's fine. Our worry is whether she will be able to get a job! She has a felony criminal record for lewdness because she was caught relieving herself on someone's lawn after a long night of drinking when we were younger. Believe it or not, yes that's a felony here in NJ. Will this be a major problem, or will people kind of laugh and understand like they have here?

Matt

Way to go, Worst Bank! This sign makes me feel so secure about my accounts with you.

Yes, let's hope we don't get blown away this hurricane season?

Oh, my! So very welcoming, and comfortable.

What's next? This?

Well, at least Gary used the apostrophe correctly.

The Ghost of Carnival Past

Awesome packing job, in 90+ degree heat, during Carnival. Madras Man, you get a "10"!

Cruz Bay Dock

Saturday, 7/3/10, 5:00 p.m.

So this driver parks in front of the bus, to load his friends' luggage. Madras Man was on it like stink. He had the back of that Jeep loaded and ready to go.

Until this tart showed up, with her 9" wedgies and a cocktail, and more bags:

So, out come some bags, and now the boxes of rum have multiplied:

And here, we have a combination of exasperation, heat stroke, and frustration (sorry, but Bronc makes me chop off people's heads;  it's some liability thing I guess):

And viola! Here they are, all packed up. Kind of reminds me of picture #1?

Welcome to St. John.

I love the part where it says "he then backs over her, leaving an indentation of his plate in her forehead for later reference."

From Urban Dictionary, regarding "Parking Lot Police":

One who has nothing better to do with his/her life, besides taking refuge in an old parking lot with a pad and a pen, and taking the license plate number of every driver that does something wrong in said lot; in some cases taking it upon themselves to write you some sort of ticket or go vigalante.

Driver: *driver taps another vehicle while creeping out of a tight mall parking lot*
Parking Lot Patrol: *takes notice to the careful driving, but notices that the driver bumped another car, hense springing into action and attempting to take the plate number of driver.
Driver: *notices that the loser is writing his plate number down, so he then backs over her, leaving an indentation of his plate in her forehead for later reference*

Lovely. I probably should be fined for driving while shooting pictures, or even better. Driving while stalking dumpsters. These pictures would have been way better if the bag of trash broke.

Oh, this pisses me off! Who paid for this rig?

Together they can:

*Start campaigning on St. John with this expensive and ridiculous truck;

*Name political appointee after political appointee, and then continue to borrow;

*Use over $400,000 of taxpayers' money to make improvements to the governor's private residence;

*Evict seniors from rent-to-own housing communities after their mortgages are paid off;

*Not issue four years' worth of property tax bills;

*Ignore paying 2009 tax returns;

*And jump up for Carnival 2010, without a care in the world.

I guess I am the jackass, after all.

 Revived in 1952, carnival has become the second largest festival in the Caribbean. A month-long series of dazzling pageants and talent shows is held to choose royalty to rein over the festival.  A series of elimination contests to crown top performers are called Calypso Tents. Calypsonions offer satirical commentary on the state of the islands, oftentimes mocking the shenanigans of politicians. 

Good question, Bronc-ette. What does happen between 7 and 8?