I hate being that guy that sits at a bar alone. No one likes it. At least nobody I know. However this Sunday I find myself "that guy" at Senor Frogs in Nassua Bahamas. I just wanted to catch a few NFL games a burger and beer by the sea. You know the drill; a guy missing his wife, family, dog and Sunday American ritual.
Landed bar side at Frogs around noontime. Had a nice burger, 3 Miller Lite's and got to watch a few quarters of the Browns and Dolphins. Nice take. What I didn't know was the cruise ship schedule. Inundated with "cruise people" Senor Frogs promotes a fine line of fun and debauchery. Couples abound. Straight, gay, old and young. Bizarre setting really from the parts I come from. But in the land of the Bahamas, anything goes. Anything. I observed the process that one goes through from tightly wound American to uber lubricated (alcohol induced) tourist this afternoon first hand. Not shocked but bemused. Been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras? Think that on steroids. By the end of the fourth quarter, that's right still watching football, the wet tee shirt contest started. Free shots will get anyone up there on the stage. And then out came the Karaoke. So far from home yet they can't break bad habits. The locals laugh, the tourist...well they get closer to the stupor. Its all good.
Me, I got my head on the 9 to 3 o' clock pivot. Taking it all in as the guy who sits at the bar alone. Somehow I don't feel as conspicuous as I did upon arrival. Cruise ships are leaving, along with them the dearly impaired. Thanks to my American brethren and co-traverlers I feel that much closer to home. Still miss my wife...
