A Night in Roseau

Last night we decided to have a night out on the town and go to a disco in Roseau. We never got to the dancing part however, because things didn't really get starting until 2:30 or so, when we had to leave in order to get up at 7am today for a long day of field work. The only other time I've seen things starting that late was in Rome. We got into town around 11pm and went to a jazz club where we were the only customers. I tried the odd local cocktail of coconut water and vodka while listening to the bar tender and a friend play the hell out of a piano and trumpet. They were seriously good, if they were in the U.S. they'd be getting paid to play at places.

From there we migrated to the party location, which at 12:30am was dead. No music, no people, nothing. At this time all 8 of us were all there, and we continued our rounds of mixed drinks and beers. More people began to show up and the music started, and Henry, Glen, and Matt left. This left myself, Clay, Richard, Shannon, and Kaitlyn, the 5 night owls/drinkers/partiers/young 'uns of the group. We upped it with some shots and more beers, but eventually sleep and the upcoming day of hard work won out and we headed back probably just as they party was getting started.

This trip is the first time in my life the color of my skin has made me a minority, and it was never more apparent here. We were the only white people there, had claimed a corner of the patio to ourselves, and the locals were giving us a wide berth aside from the occasional reefer or drunk who would stumble over, try to hit on the girls, get shot down, and then leave. The night did however lead to some interesting quotes, whic are as follows:

Clay: (to Henry who was holding a camera) Now Henry, I don't want any drunk pictures of myself after this night...
Henry: That's okay, I won't be drinking

Clay: (listening to the live band play a reggae song) Is this Bob Marley?
Henry: No, he's deceased

Brian the Dominican Stoner: mumble mumble mumble
Richard: (smoking Brian's joint) What?
Brian: [first introduces himself to the two girls, noticably passing over Clay and myself] So, do you have boyfriends?
Girls: [silence]
Brian: Hey, do you guys have any cocaine?
Richard: No
Brian: You don't? [walks away mubling] whitey don't have no crack... [mumble]
Glen: Hmm, that went well.