Hey guys. Good mornin to y'all. What a glorious day it is too. Sorry about last night, was getting in the flow but had to retire, the meds kicked in fellas.
So, I agree to take a few days vacation to the party island with Meadow and Sunny and we book a quaint little place five minutos stroll from San Antonio. We check in at reception, all's good, all's good. Meadow leaves me and Sunny to do the checking in, hand over your passport routine and disappears. Suddenly I hear squeals of excitement coming from beyond. Meadow bursts through the doors to reception. She's all giddy "John, John, you got to come see this" she pleads dragging me by the arm.
So I'm standing there. Looking at a pool. "What is it Meadow, I don't get it. It's a pool."
"It's not any old pool John" she says.
"It looks like any old pool to me Meadow".
"It's THE pool John, you know...THE pool....George, Andrew, Pepsi & Shirley"
Realisation dawned on me guys. She was right. Meadow was right. Wham. Club Tropicana. THE GODDAM FRIGGIN POOL. I just stood there, mouth open. I've lived a wholesome life brothers, seen the world, jammed with the biggest legends in the business. But this just blew my goddam socks off.
"Hey, guys, we just got to do it" I said.
"Do what?" replied Sunny
"Recreate the scene Sunny" I said
I think my beautiful Meadow wet herself with the excitement.
"But there's only three of us" said Sunny. I love the guy with all my heart but he can emit negative vibes at times.
Thinking quick I looked around and see a guy relaxing on one of those big beds and shouted "Hey dude, wanna help an old timer out?"
"Of course" he responded. Such a polite young fella who I got to know so well over the course of the weekend. His name was Josh from Harlepool and by coincidence a big Pool fan (Liverpool not THE pool although he may have been a fan of that as well).
So we head off to get changed into our trunks. I'm not young anymore dudes and years of Rock and Roll has left me with a paunch and sickly coloured skin. My Speedo days are long gone and I had only packed a pair of Board Shorts from Walmart's bargain range but they had to do.
We reconvene at the poolside bar, Me, Meadow, Sunny and our new companion Josh.
"Hey barman, four cocktails when you're ready. I'll have a Sunday Bloody Sunday Bloody Mary, a Comfortably Numb Pina Colada for Meadow, A Since You've Been Gone Singapore Sling for Sunny and a Wheels On The Bus White Russian for Josh."
"Comin' right up" said Miguel the barman. Such a dude. ALways pleasant, always a smile on his little Inca face.
Sunny, Josh and Meadow headed to the pool to get in to position while I waited for the refreshments.
"Four cocktails" announced Miguel.
So I picks up the tray of drinks and head of to my buddys.
"Excuse me" shouts Miguel so I turn to him.
"That will be 60 Euros" he says.
"Huh?" I say
"60 Euros, the bill is 60 Euros" repeats Miguel.
" But this is Club Tropicana, drinks are free" I say.
Sorry to be a bearer of bad news my friends but drinks certainly aren't free at Club Tropicana.
Anyway have a good day y'all. Have to scoot, I'm off to meet John Paul Jones for a light lunch then some dry slope skiing.
Take care dudes.