Help Restore a Working Girl's Dignity

The picture on the left was sunset tonight, seriously, how bad ass are those colors? Well it seems that my war on the flies is still in full swing and it was so damn hot I hardly got motivated enough to do anything but dick around on the internet and repeatedly jump in the water to cool off. Today was definitely one that reminds you that you are in the tropics and between 10 AM and 4 PM attempting to do work in hot cabins or engine rooms is futile. I've made good progress on my projects and have decided that from now on I will be doing the majority of my work in the evening. This was partially decided when I made the mistake of taking a maxi bus (basically like a mini van crammed with people that you pay less than a dollar U.S. for). I had to go check some prices and it was a 15 minute ride in a van with 13 other people and no A.C. Coupled with the fact that the guy next to me had obviously been protesting showers for at least a couple of years, it made for a fun trip. Since I'm listening to James Brown right now I can't get worked up enough to write a proper rant on the subject of public transport in these countries so I will switch gears to something on a lighter note.

The picture on the right is of my personal stripper. For years she has loyally served my friends and I. She has never failed me, never lied to me, never cheated on me, never told me that I couldn't have another beer, and she has never talked back, ever. Quite possibly, she could be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. She hails from Las Vegas and as you can tell by her worn out bikini, she has done her share of work over the years. She was famous at my house (which was a full on party pad) with any and all who needed assistance with opening their favorite beverage. Once we even lost her and everyone was understandably distraught. We organized a search party and she was nowhere to be found. I thought perhaps the years of neglect and abuse caught up finally so sadly, I figured I had to let her go. It was some months later that while on my way to climb into the hot tub that I found her. I went to set my towel on the A/C unit which was located outside the door from my master bedroom leading into the back yard and it appeared that in some drunken stupor some idiot (most likely me) used her to open a beer and callously left her on said unit all alone in the cold in her fading bikini. It seemed she forgave me and has been still been faithfully serving me through the whole Caribbean. But something awful came to light while Jaymie was down here. Naturally we had to put the girl to work and after filling Jaymie in on her history she asked me her name. To my shock and everlasting shame it hit me like a freight train, we have never named her. I know I'm evil and a douche bag but it's time to rectify this horrible oversight. So friends, at long last it's time to give my loyal companion a name, I think she has earned it. So I will be taking suggestions for a week or so and next week I will choose the best five names (suggested by you) and I will create a poll and we will finally correct the injustice. You can either comment to this post with your choice(s) or you can e-mail me directly at oceanhuntersb@gmail.com After all these years, beers, travel, visits from cops, insane chicks, my circus freak pack of friends and unruly roommates, I think she deserves it. I gotta go, James just asked Bobby if he can take it to the bridge and I need to turn the volume up.