aly and josh put together an amazing trip;
the most fun i’ve had in a very long time.
between julian, ben and everyone’s instagram installed iphones,
i found it unnecessary to take pictures.
this is mostly for me,
but some indelible memories:
being surrounded by good people for a change.
interacting with brash new yorkers daily can get tiresome.
(newfound respect for dancehall and added the term “daggering” to my vocabulary.)
late one night, with her foot in the beach sand,
kim scrawled “kim heart veanne.”
i had always hoped someone would do that for me, never thought it would be her though…
but yeah, i love this girl.
(lovebirds julian and elisa)
while the boys were out at a bachelor party one evening,
the girls hung out in the hot tub (at villa sur mer, where we spent the majority of our time),
talking about how much we hated balls.
one afternoon, charlie and i swung back and forth on the hammock,
thwacked out of our minds, laughing uncontrollably for the longest time, for no reason,
and i said to him, “lets jump off the cliff.” which we did.
brandon and i almost got married there.
i mean, he’s the coolest fucking guy i’ve ever met so it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time,
but then we sobered up and realized it was idiotic, the most trivial detail being we live on opposite coasts.
we’re all sorts of ridiculous.
josh’s dj set. and when he dropped back-to-back bobby brown at this bar.
(the birthday boy and his harem.)
waking up late sunday afternoon,
dancing and floating around with melissa and kim on our cottage terrace to al green’s “no one like you.”
last sunset in negril,
surrounded by everyone, but was by myself at the edge
when tyrone, this sweet boy who lived in the town over,
who i had met the previous day, who had cooked all of us the most delightful lunch,
sat down next to me.
“i have been looking all over for you. i came here this morning asking everyone where you were.
i want to tell you something.”
i started daydreaming about staying in negril,
wondered what it would be like to take him up on his offer,
stuffing my face everyday with jerk chicken, beef patties and curried lobster,
moving at a slower pace,
maybe taking on a few web development gigs here and there,
taking pictures here and there.
i was sure i could live in negril and be happy.
last night in negril,
curled up in the hammock with brandon and a bottle of rum.
somewhere in between
giggling because we could hear the fat man and his prostitute having sex in the cottage across the garden from us
and him trying to convince me that i was in love with him,
i was reminded again
how there’s something quite beautiful and sad about the fleeting anythings (moments, romances, adventures).
and then blink,
i’m back in new york working fourteen consecutive days on things that do not thrill me.
i wish i had space in my apartment for a hammock.
all photos by:
of course, to truly understand the scope of the trip,
one should visit the entire gallery of 2,425 photos here.
currently listening to:
giant panda guerilla dub squad rang through villa sur mer the entire week.
“in these times” (their latest album) is pretty damn solid.
download in itunes here.