Of course a few of the nights we had to go out and check out the local dance scene. Being a half-French, half-Dutch island, each side is going to have it’s specialty. French is food, and Dutch is night life!

It is quite an experience really, traveling across the island in the back of a cab – (the drivers are all crazy, but in a fun way. They drive way too fast, and you feel like you are holding on for your life…but at the same time, they are rocking out to island music and sometimes American made too.) Amanda couldn’t hack it. After only about 10 minutes, driving back she was looking like she was going to bail out the door at any moment, hollering to the driver to “please slow down.”  To which he mockingly replied, “ahhh, chill out baby!”  The trick is to try and get drunk enough at the cab to not even be aware of how crazy he is driving at night – though – a rather poor choice indeed.

 And of course the clubs have their own island quirk to them too.  A heavy influence on European culture, their music to me always seems a little too fast to actually dance to, which of course leaves me bopping around like a fucking Energizer bunny.  But, it is a real treat to watch all the hotties walk by in their 80’s styled outfits.  The clubs really don’t get poppin’ until like 12:30 a.m., so if you are unfortunate enough to show up before 12, it will look completely deserted. we arrived promptly at 10! Much to our chagrin, we waited and waited. Never-the-less, we managed to have fun. One of our friends managed to get hit on by another visitng couple perhaps. His girlfriend had just stepped away to do a bit of shopping while the club was empty, so it was quite classic! He just happened to be seated at a different table standing up, surveying the scene I guess. Perhaps that’s why he stood off from the group – in observance. It would have been an excellent plan had the couple had been moderately attractive.

Anyway, we all made it back in one piece anyway.

 A drink before we head off.