n.b. There are frustratingly subtle hyperlinks in this post. Keep a keen eye.
Saturday night the gang (minus the dogs and cat) trekked down the island to the Rake & Scrape festival. The car ride was pretty fun:
Rake & Scrape at it’s purest level includes a goombay drum, a carpenters saw, and a concertina, and traditionally was used to accompany the Bahamian Quadrille and the Heel and Toe Polka dances. The hit of the evening was “I want the whole hog”. We ate way too much conch (cracked and frittered) had good drink, and danced. The festival lot was pretty packed!
One of the highlights of the evening were the competitions. They ranged from “Best Weave” to “Ugliest Guy” to a whole range of dance-offs for cash and other prizes.
I flirted, or was flirted with, by a stunning Bahamian guy but got hella embarrassed and almost literally ran away. It was old school flirting, the whole “Huh?! How are you single?” and the “How open are you to adventure, to a man comin’ in to yah life?” but it was so absolutely foreign to me and past flirting experience (Reed is an odd duck in many ways…) I got flustered. I was told it was cute.
Das all I got folks.