Inspired by Paul trip report, this is my attempt to remember every single detail of my trip to Hedo II last week. Of course, the hummingbirds, landsharks, rum punches, and Absolut & Tings may have erased some things from my memory, so if Ive left something or someone out, I apologize. This was truly one of my best trips to Hedo. Not only is it the first trip where I truly traveled as part of a couple (last year doesnt count), I was able to spend time with some very dear friends, see old friends, and meet new ones. Anyone mentioned by name has given me permission to do so, so I have not broken the first and cardinal rule: What Happens at Hedo, Stays at Hedo.
As usual, the flight and ride to Negril was uneventful. Although my flight was about hour delayed, the newly repaved road to Negril is truly a godsend. I remember the old days of feeling like I was going to be carsick on the bumpy, gravel road. The new one is a 100% improvement, and the ride only took about 1 hr and 20 minutes, even after the obligatory restroom/beer stop. It always amazes me that so many people purchase been during that stop when in less than 45 minutes they will be at an all-inclusive resort. Oh well, I guess they are just really thirsty.
Anyway, I digress. When we pulled up at the resort, I know that Im home. I saw my favorite bellman, Michael, who greeted me with a hug and kiss. I turned to my left, and saw my very dear friends Frank and Jennifer, who arrived that morning. We hugged and laughed as soon as we saw each other, and I know it will be a great trip. Upon checking in, I discover that Frank has spoken to someone in the reservations office in order to arrange for me to have an upgraded room on the nude side, and better yet, in the H-Block. Im very excited, because as the visiting aerobics instructor for Fitbodies, Im usually placed in a prude side room.
I was a little stressed when I arrived because it was after 5pm, and I thought that I had missed the jerk chicken, but to my delight, they were still serving it! After dieting like crazy before my trip and losing an additional five pounds, my body was starving, and I couldnt wait to begin the gluttony. I put my bags down, threw on a swimsuit- only to promptly take it off- and Frank, Jennifer, and I trooped over to the nude pool where we chowed down on jerk chicken, fries, and hummingbirds. After we ate, they introduced me to some of their friends from previous visits. A couple of the guys wanted to take a few pictures of me with the sun setting in the background. Leave it to the Hedo atmosphere to make you feel like a supermodel!
After my mini-photo shoot, I was too excited to sleep, so I unpacked, showered, and watched a bit of television. Thats right, Hedo now has TVs in all of the rooms, including channels such as HBO, Showtime, ESPN, Playboy, BET, and TNT. It was nice to have some background noise while I dressed. At about 8:15, we headed over to Munahana (sp?), or Moon-Ya-Mamma, as we called it, for dinner. Garth, one of the sweetest employees there, was our server for the evening. Garth almost injured me with his greeting, however. I had severed two tendons in early Feb. and had surgery to repair them. While they were healing, I was supposed to wear this claw-like contraption that extended down past my wrist. My doc said that I could take it off occasionally if I was careful, but being a woman, I usually took it off during dinner to show off my outfit, or in the disco, or anytime I felt like looking cute. Of course Garth went to squeeze the hand that was repaired. Luckily, I managed to switch hands before he squeezed too hard. I didnt want to get hurt on my first day!
We had a lovely dinner at Munahana, although I was still full from the jerk chicken hour, and proceeded to watch the dinner show. One of the ladies from the nude beach was dressed in the most incredible outfit I had seen, complete with a wig, 8 inch stilettos, and velvet gloves with silver glitter on the fingertips. Every day and evening, she had a new and exciting outfit on, complete with matching accessories. She had a lively personality to match her outfits too! I was feeling like I was getting a cold, so her husband graciously went back to their room to get me some medicine. I thought that was really kind and generous of him, and I really appreciated it. Nothing like that true Hedo spirit- the medicine did the trick, too!
After Showtime, Frank, Jennifer, and I went down to the disco to dance off dinner. Jennifer had consumed a few landsharks, so she was feeling pretty good. By this point, we could tell that people couldnt quite figure out what to make of the three of us, but that the sharks were sensing blood in the water- perhaps a single gal to feast upon. It was like that movie, Finding Nemo, where the sharks all say Fish are friends, not food, until they smell the blood, then they go crazy. Frank and Jennifer decided to stay close by, because my boyfriend was arriving on Tuesday and I didnt want any incidents before his arrival. Jen and I danced together, and even got a little sexy, which was surprising, considering that Jen is somewhat conservative. Frank just stood by smiling like a schoolboy and taking pictures. However, every time Jen moved away from me, someone would come in between us and start dancing with me. At one point, I was sandwiched between a couple and another guy, while another time, a guy who reached no higher than my boobs tried to plaster himself against me. Usually, I just backed off politely (or extracted myself), and went to find Frank and Jen. Actually, the most polite person was a local Jamaican, who came up to me, introduced himself, chatted awhile, and asked if it was okay if he watched me dance. I really appreciated that consideration because, while I love to dance, I really dont like grinding against strangers. Most of the time, I just want to be free to do my thing.
After we had danced to our hearts content, we went back to our rooms. Frank walked me down to the beach to see if I could find the blue taxi, but surprisingly, none of them were out. I went back to bed to prepare for the next day.
Monday came sunny and bright. Frank, Jen, and I went down to the dining room for a big breakfast. Aside from the jerk chicken and fries, this was the time of day that I always anticipate the most; filling my belly with one of Charlies omelets, eating that thick French toast with sugar sprinkled on it, bacon, fresh fruit, orange juice, and of course, Jamaican coffee. Charlie was there with a hearty greeting for all of us, and his ever present cry of Respectevery time. Frank got an extra special greeting when Charlie walked around from behind the grill to personally present him with his omelet. One of our favorite waitresses, Charmaine, was also there, showing her dimples as usual. We teased her with stories from our last visits, where Frank and I conspired to give her a toy that would ease her longings while her husband was away. You should have seen her face when I presented it to her last March. Ive never seen Ray Robinson, the dining room manager, laugh so hard. Ray was also there that morning, making sure that we got excellent service. Frank says that we got the best service ever because Ray has got a bit of a crush on me, but I think that hes just a genuinely sweet man.
After breakfast, Frank, Jen, and I decided that we would take some pictures. Since I had lost so much weight in preparation for this trip, we decided to commemorate it in a Playboy style photo shoot, with Frank playing Hugh Heffner as the photographer, Jen being the stylist, and me being Playmate of the month. There are some truly beautiful locations at Hedo with lush greenery and beautiful flowers. Most of our shots actually ended up being on the prude side because every time we got going on the nude side, people would either gather around to see what we were doing, or they would want to take pictures as well. During our jaunts on the prude side, we discovered the other hidden hot tub. We even managed to get Jen into a few of the pictures, as she exposed her inner Stella (as in How Stella Got Her Groove Back).
After the photo shoot, Frank introduced me to a number of the reservations and customer relations staff, who were wonderful ladies who treated Frank like their favorite relative. We sat down and spoke with Donna Grant, who is a lovely lady. She felt so comfortable with Frank that she gave him all of the latest gossip and even told him stories about her sons love life! After our conversation, it was time for lunch, and my favorite lunchtime spin, the wet-t-shirt contest (or no-t-shirt contest, to be more accurate). This time, instead of going straight into the main part of the competition, the ECs dressed us in newspaper fashions and liquid latex for a fashion show. After that, the contest began. There were some very pretty girls in the contest, including one very young, very petite, very blond girl who wore 8 inch stilettos (you go girl). I was a little nervous, but my inner exhibitionist combined with my competitive streak came out, and I went out there and shook it for all it was worth. If its one thing Black girls have, its the power of the booty bounce! The second part of the competition contained all of the usual antics, including giving a banana blow job (while attached to a male), having a guy from the audience lick various syrups or fruit off of the contestants, demonstrating various sexual positions, and giving a guy a lap dance. To my delight, I won the contest and earned the bottle of rum and free pass to take the cat cruise later in the week. Through the contest, we also met two really cool guys who were in graduate school (one of whom was my butterscotch licker).
I guess that I was so giddy from my win that when I returned to my room to clean up, my bottle of rum rolled right out of my beach bag and off the bed where it crashed onto the floor. So much for that prize. I found my housekeeper, and we cleaned it up together. I had left her a few small presents and some candy that morning, which she thanked me for, telling me that her children would really like them. Its always nice to be appreciated for doing something for someone else and to know that even a small gesture goes a long way. After cleaning up, I decided to hit the gym for a little while to work off some of the food I had consumed. If you are a fitness buff, the Hedo II gym is probably the best of all the Superclubs resorts. It has treadmills, elliptical crosstrainers, stationary bikes, Nautilus style strength training equipment, free weights, and a huge aerobics studio complete with resistance balls and Spinning Bikes. As the aerobics instructor that week, I did manage to teach a few step aerobics classes, but there was also a Spinning instructor as well as a yoga instructor there that week, so I really wasnt required to teach very much.
After about an hour at the gym, I was ready for jerk chicken once again. On my way back to the room, I ran into Richard Bourke, the general manager, who complimented me on my wet-t-shirt performance. I felt both flattered and a little shy from his compliment. I soon met up with Frank and Jen, and we headed down to the beach. While Jen socialized with some friends at the pool, Frank and I went down to get the chicken. Maxine, the grill cook that evening (Robert had the day off), eyed us both suspiciously, and asked who I was in relation to Frank. Frank joked that I was his daughter, but she didnt crack a smile until she asked where his wife was and he motioned to her at the pool. Maxine then warmed up and said that she knew Frank and Jen had been coming for many years and she had to keep an eye on him for Jen. Frank was quite tickled, not only because people were keeping an eye on him, but also because he claimed not to know Maxine at all!
The sharks began circling whenever Frank and Jen turned their backs, but I didnt mind too terribly- its all in the spirit of Hedo, right? It was funny how sometimes people did not pick up on my body language or subtle hints, but I really am not the kind of person to tell someone to take a hike. As we sat down to eat, one of the sharks came and sat next to me. Fortunately, I was saved by a woman who was a true bundle of energy. She just sat down in between us, turned her shoulder to him, and started talking to me as if we had known each other for years. It turns out that she and her husband were friends of friends of Frank and Jen. They were a true riot, and when I say energy, I mean that they (especially the woman), never stopped. It was like being with the Energizer Bunny! After we ate, I mentioned looking for the blue taxi, but they offered to share some of their stash. We went to their room and she and I partook of the other Jamaican commodity, and she gave me some to take with me. Talk about the generosity of strangers!
That evening, we ate at Scotch Bonnet under the stars. We all were pretty stuffed from jerk chicken hour, and it was pretty chilly out there. Frank managed to get me a terry cloth shawl (or beach towel for you laymen), to drape over my shoulders. I had to dash into the main ding room for a quick second during the staff introductions. I chatted for a minute with Judy, the spinning instructor and Fe, she yoga instructor, who looked like they were having fun. After we finished eating at Scotch Bonnet, we went back to the dining room and sat with the two guys we met during the wet-t-shirt contest. As I was getting some coffee, an older Black gentleman who looked eerily familiar complimented me on my performance (more on him later). During Showtime, one of the wet-t guys and I decided to go down to the beach and have a smoke. We were enjoying more of the Jamaican fruit when we were interrupted by a Jamaican local. We werent quite sure what he wanted, because his conversation was a bit stilted. He didnt want to sell us anything, he didnt want to smoke with us, he wasnt trying to pick us up. We decided that he was just bored and looking for someone to talk to. After about 20 minutes, he decided to move on. It was very strange.
After he left, my new friend and I went to the disco to dance. Although he wasnt the best dancer, he kept the beat pretty well and gave me enough space to do my thing. The older Black gentleman came in, accompanied by a young woman, an older woman, and a member of the sales staff. My friend looked over at him and said, You know thats Shaft. Of course! The reason he looked so familiar finally dawned on me that was Richard Roundtree, the actor who portrayed the original Shaft! We watched him dance with both the young and older lady, and switch off with the salesperson (a very good dancer), and a new male member of the EC staff. We all participated in the Cha Cha Slide as well. A little while later, the DJ played a salsa record. I attempted to show my new friend how to do it, but he wasnt quite picking it up. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Shaft asked me to dance. We salsa-d until he was tired, then I asked if I could get a picture with him and he agreed. He was very particular about the lighting and direction of the shot, and made my friend go outside to take it so it would be just right. I guess when youre a star.
Anyway, my friend and I decided to go down to the hot tub to see if there was any action going on. I didnt want him to get the wrong idea, especially since my boyfriend was coming the following day, so I told him that I would only stay a short while. It was actually pretty tame down there, and aside from a few couples cuddling or kissing, we didnt see any PDAs. I guess the people really didnt know what to make of me- first they see me with Frank and Jen, now Im with a young White guy. I guess their heads will really spin when the BF shows up on Tuesday. Oh well, theyll figure it out. True to my word, I only stayed about 20 minutes at the hot tub. My friend walked me back to my room and tried to get a kiss, but I couldnt do it. As sweet and cute as he was, Im not a single gal.
Tuesday I awoke and felt a little more congested than the day before, and had very little voice. But, it was my morning to teach aerobics, so I trooped down to the gym and warmed up on the treadmill, then taught class to two, very fit women. One of them was also an aerobics instructor who I met last March. I discovered that the other young lady taught kickboxing. So, even without my voice, they were able to keep up just fine, and I was able to make it a high-intensity class, which I needed. After class, I took a quick shower and went to breakfast with Frank and Jen, where we laughed and joked some more over a truly hedonistic breakfast. While my staple is French toast, theirs is bacon. They ate mounds of it, and loved to get the extra-crispy, burnt pieces. You should have seen them picking through the tray like scavengers looking for the bunt pieces. Youd hear their cries of success, Ooh, I found a really good an burnt one, honey! Heres a whole bunch of it! Every day I laughed at their plates of burnt bacon.
I was feeling a bit tired after breakfast, and wanted to be energized for the arrival of the BF, so I went back to the room to try and catch a nap. I had a restless sleep and awoke to the sound of some of my neighbors having a political debate outside of the room. Oh well, you dont come to Hedo to sleep, right? I met up with Frank and Jen, who showed me where the nurses office was located. She gave me a few tablets of cold medicine, and I checked out a book from the library there. If you ever need something to read while on the beach, be sure to check out the library there. They have a pretty good selection of well-known authors and romance novels. I checked out a book that I thought was going to be a racy, easy read and we all went down to the beach.
Frank and Jen told me that while I napped, they discovered a secluded spot right on the edge of the nude beach near the watersports building, and found a two-person raft. They had been floating on the raft in a somewhat shady spot under a tree, in a little cove where a tree limb hung down and they could just circle in this one spot. They swore the gentle rocking of the waves was like getting a water massage. I tried it with Jen, and they were right! While Frank lounged on the raft, Jen and I lay in beach chairs in the sun (even tough Im Black, I dont mind getting a little color to show people that Ive been somewhere). I read my book a little, and to my surprise, it wasnt a racy story at all, it was about a couple that was addicted to heroin. It was actually kind of engrossing in a train-wreck kind of way- the more you try to look away, the more you keep looking. (By the way, the name of the book is Candy).
At about 2pm, I decided to head up to the lobby to see if the BFs bus had arrived. Since his flight was due in at 12:30, I figured that hed be at Hedo by 2:15. While I waited, I got to talk to some interesting people. Some of the people I spoke with included a couple from California I had met on the bus. They seemed shy at first, but had quickly lost their inhibitions. I also spoke with a Black single guy who was a little disappointed in Hedo, mainly because of the no visitors rule. He was quite disturbed that if he met a woman off property, he had to purchase a $75 night pass for her to enter Hedo, and that she couldnt even stay the night with him. I had never really given that much thought, but it does seem kind of unfair, especially given the large number of single guys on property.
At about 2:45, the BFs bus pulled up. I greeted him with a big hug and kiss, and after getting him checked in, I introduced him to Frank and Jen, then we headed to the room. We hadnt seen each other in 3 weeks, so you can imagine what ensued next. He was quite amazed and delighted when I pointed out the mirror on the ceiling. After we got reacquainted, he was hungry, so we went down to the prude grill to get a cheeseburger and fries. He said it was a little tough, but he was starving, so it was all good. I gave him a short tour of the property, and he was pretty impressed. We then found Frank and Jen floating on the raft at their spot and talked to them for awhile. Before we knew it, jerk chicken time had arrived. We went down to the nude side, where we all disrobed, except for BF. He even kept his shirt on. The energetic couple was down there all set to give him a hard time, but since he had just arrived, we convinced them to take it easy on him until he got used to things. We sat and stuffed our faces, and BF really enjoyed the chicken, although the sauce was a bit spicy for his taste.
After our snack, we went back to the room to get freshened up. I cant quite remember, but I think we might have spent some more time getting re-acquainted. We finally made it down to dinner, where to my dismay, there was no lobster. We dined with Frank and Jen, the two wet-t guys, and a young, fit couple that I had seen around the resort but hadnt met, although I had seen them in the disco the night before. BF really seemed to get along with the guy, and it seemed like he was settling in just fine. Just when I thought all was well, one of the male ECs approached our table to say hello. I introduced BF, and instead of saying hello, the EC ignored him and bent down and tried to kiss me on the lips. I turned my head, and he got my cheek instead. Then, the EC extended his hand, said hello to my BF, then left. I could tell that my BF was PISSED! He didnt say much, but looked like he was going to explode. I explained to him that I didnt know why that happened, that the EC had never tried to kiss me before, that I had not been messing around with him before he arrived, and that all the ECs were pretty touchy-feely. BF went and got a drink and tried to calm down. Not too much attention was paid to Battle of the Sexes until the fake orgasm contest, which was hilarious as usual. After dinner, BF said that he needed to work out a bit in the gym to let of some steam, because he was still angry. Frank went in to talk to him, and I explained the situation to Jen. I was especially annoyed with the EC because he had never tried to kiss me before, not even on the cheek, so his behavior at dinner made it look like he was purposely trying to snub my BF and make him jealous. I really wanted my BF to love Hedo as much as I do and this gave the wrong impression, and probably made him question my activities there until this point.
Regardless, we soldiered on, determined to have fun the rest of the evening. Jen tried to soothe BF on the way back to the room by stroking his arm and telling him what big muscles he had, much to my amusement. BF and I got ready for PJ night, and to my surprise, he actually wore the outfit I brought for him. We were Mr. & Mrs. Claus, complete with a bag of treats. Although he wouldnt put on the Santa hat, I was pleased that he went along with the outfits and realized that it was all in good fun. When BF was in the bathroom, the EC who tried to kiss me approached me. I had an opportunity to let him know that what he did in the dining room was not cool, and that he should not disrespect my BF like that again, or attempt to touch me for the rest of my visit. As someone who often has a hard time speaking up for myself, I was pretty proud that I stood up and spoke my mind.
PJ night was the usual evening of crowds, smoke, and imaginative outfits. Of course, there were bondage couples, schoolgirls, and just plain skimpy lingerie. Although we did not win any prizes (the young blonde took the prize for sexiest), we had a good time. BF even put on the Santa hat before the night was over. On the way back to the room, we decided to stop in one of the gazebos to partake in some Jamaican delight. As we were preparing it, along came the couple who gave it to me on Monday. We all enjoyed it, and they went on their way to the hot tub. At that point, BF and I were feeling mellow and particularly amorous, so we enjoyed each other for awhile in the gazebo. It was pretty exciting being outside, knowing that others could be watching, and hearing people walk by. We decided to finish up in the room, so we departed feeling pretty naughty.
The next morning, I couldnt rouse BF (hes not a morning person), so I went to breakfast with Frank and Jen, where word had spread about BFs arrival. I told everyone that theyd be sure to meet him later in the day, or at least later in the week. After breakfast, I went back to the room and got back into the bed with BF. We snuggled and dozed until about 12, then we decided to hit the beach. We went to the prude side where we saw the fit couple from dinner the previous night. The woman was topless, the man had swim trunks on (although I could swear that he put them on just as we walked up). We sat with them and they shared their Jamaican delight. The guy informed me that he had quite a bit and didnt want it to go to waste. We spent a few hours with them, drinking and sunning, and BF got in the water and even found a raft. We suddenly got the bright idea to go to the gym and work out at around 3pm. BF and I changed into our workout clothes and hit the gym for about an hour. Let me tell you, exercise after drinking is a pretty bad idea. For the first 20 minutes or so we were hurting, but we pushed through the pain and finished our workout.
After exercising, we were again ready for jerk chicken, so we met up with Frank and Jen again and headed to the nude grill. Once again, however, BF did not disrobe. The energetic couple started to give him a hard time, and I did too, but he was staunch in his refusal. We ate our food and went back to the room, where we watched TV until it was time to get ready for the Repeaters Party. This was a pleasant event, with a good selection of appetizers, including steamed shrimp, mini beef patties, sushi, smoked salmon, and fruit. Since the party ended before our dinner reservations at Pastafari, we decided to head to the piano bar for drinks and conversation. I dont usually spend much time in the piano bar, but its a very comfortable place during off-hours to just sit and talk. We headed over to Pastafari at 8:30, and were given the center booth. Of the times Ive been there, this was the first time I got to sit in the big booth. I felt like royalty. BF took advantage of the be wicked for a week motto, and ordered 2 entrees. The staff even brought out a cake for his birthday.
We headed back to the main dining room, where a few of the girls from Girls Gone Wild went on stage to dance. Aside from one girl, these girls were definitely not wild, and were actually downright dispirited. After that performance, BF and I ran into the fit couple who asked if we wanted to partake in some Jamaican delight on the beach with them. We agreed, and went back to the room to change out of our Pastafari attire. Of course, we got a little sidetracked, so it took us a bit longer than normal to change, but we finally got out of the room and met up with them. I saw that Frank and Jen were hanging out with the wet-t guys and some Spring Break girls, and looked to be having fun. BF, the fit couple and I headed down to the beach and lit up. We talked about the resort, and naked people, and I expressed some dismay that BF hadnt disrobed yet. The fit couple was very affectionate with each other and made some comments that could have been construed as subtle come-ons, but I wasnt sure. After we finished smoking, we head down to the nude bar and got some drinks. The couple made mention of the hot tub, but BF made no comment. Finally, we went back to the prude side, and BF got a burger from the midnight buffet. While he got his burger, I stayed and talked to the couple, who made not-so-subtle comments about what they wanted to do with us. I shrugged it off, and begged off by telling them that my BF was too conservative for that. Really, Im not into swapping, but I didnt want to be too harsh or hurt their feelings. They didnt seem too upset. We hung out for awhile longer, when finally BF and I decided to call it a night and went back to the room to enjoy each other once more.
On Thursday, we decided to use my pass and take the cat cruise to Ricks Caf that afternoon. In the morning, I dragged myself to the gym, taught class, and headed to breakfast with Frank and Jen. My voice had come back and I was feeling much better at that point. On my way back to the room, I passed BF, who was headed to the gym. After I changed, I decided to relax in the spa. The spa is a wonderful place to go and get away and relax. It is free to use the spa and steam room. They also have a beautiful pool, complete with a waterfall. You are required to wear a swimsuit, but I didnt mind. I laid on a beach chair, read my book under the sun, and sat on the edge of the pool splashing myself when I got too hot. It was heavenly. Later, BF went jet skiing, and said it was lots of fun.
I had taken the cat cruise before, but never the one to Ricks. On the way, our ship picked up three boatloads of spring breakers, one of whom said very loudly, Make sure you dont see your parents! I felt that was a rude and disrespectful statement, but I guess thats her perception of Hedo. About 1/3 of the Hedo people were naked or topless, and one of the women who had seen me on the nude side tried to persuade me to get naked, but I thought BF would be uncomfortable with that, so I didnt. Instead, I settled down to enjoy the ride, and promptly fell asleep! BF said that he had to keep closing my mouth and making sure my head didnt bob around too much. If thats not love, I dont know what is.
When we got to Ricks we were bombarded with a sea of Spring Breakers. Although BF wanted to jump from the cliff, the line to jump was very long, so we sat down in the dining area, intending to get an appetizer, but never got any service. The lack of attention took soon com mon to a whole nother level. We watched a Ricks diver jump from the tree, and that was the highlight of the trip to Ricks for us. The trip back to Hedo was a different story, however. The nudes on the trip decided to try to disrobe some of the Spring Breakers. Some of the girls allowed themselves to get topless, as did I in a show of solidarity. I gave BF a sexy lap dance, but he was generally unmoved (I do it all the time at home for him). Just when we thought this was the wildest things were going to get, we pulled up alongside a small boat of college guys. One of the nude women pulled one of the guys onto our boat, gave him a blowjob (although not to completion), then got up and kissed her husband while the others cheered. The guy who got the blowjob looked like the cat who swallowed the canary (although I guess it was his canary that was swallowed). BF was shocked and amazed. Our ship let the college kids off at Sandals, and some of the passengers mooned the resort. Ahh, Hedo!
After we returned, BF went in search of food, and I went back to the room to shower and get ready for Toga night. Jen helped BF and me tie our Togas, and he got into the spirit and even went without underwear! Frank had saved our seats, and dinner was especially good: they had delicious pasta, freshly made, with seafood. Yum! This was also the night of the guest and staff talent show, and I had persuaded Frank to perform his infamous song Aint Nobodys Business What I Do. I was especially pleased that he added a verse in the song just for me. It was a real hoot, and the audience loved it. The staff portion of the show was very good as well, and I loved their dance numbers. After the talent show, the Toga party began. It was ok, but I dont think it will ever achieve the fever pitch of when Patrick (Razor) and Paul (Chubby) were the MCs. I got called on stage to compete for the sexiest toga, but although I was one of the final three, I lost to one of the Girls Gone Wild. Oh well, cant win em all! At this point, it was about midnight, so BF and I decided to call it an early night, and enjoyed each other before retiring. Before going to sleep, I asked him why he hadnt gotten nude yet. He responded that he just didnt feel like it yet, and wondered why it mattered so much to me. I tried to explain that it was something I wanted us to do together, and that he might like it if he gave it a try. I tried not to push the issue, but asked him to give it a try for just a little while for our last two days.
On Friday, Frank and Jen had to leave. I was pretty bummed because we had such a good time together and I didnt want them to go. I promised that I would see them off, even though their bus left at 7am, so I got up early, and was waiting in the lobby when they came to check out. We hugged and promised to do it again, and I chased their bus down the street like a little kid as they left. I was so depressed that I boycotted breakfast that morning and went back to bed. Almost as if it were symbolic of their departure, the day was cloudy and overcast. BF and I went and worked out, and while we showered and changed, it started to rain. We decided that it would be a good day to play Scrabble in the dining room (he had brought it with him). This was the first time we played Scrabble together, and he beat me terribly. It was obvious almost from the beginning that he was going to win. I wanted to quit, but I was determined to finish the game, so I sucked it up and continued until the bitter end.
After Scrabble, it cleared up a little, so BF decided to try the waterslide. He said it was fun, but that he had gotten stuck about halfway down and had to give himself an extra push. I told him that he needed to go down naked, but he ignored me. When he finally came through, a guy joked that BF had such big muscles that he couldnt fit down the pipe. Whenever we saw him from that point forward, he would ask us if we knew how to get to the gym. BF and I took a walk down the beach, and he said that he would try the nude beach on Saturday, since it was so important to me. We got jerk chicken on the prude side that day, but it somehow didnt taste as good.
That evening, we went to Grand Lido for dinner. I put on a slinky, but not too risqu dress, while BF dressed in linen. We did look good, if I say so myself. It was the night of their Managers Ball, so the restaurants were closed, but they had a lavish buffet spread. The food was incredible- fresh Caesar salad, sushi, smoked salmon, grilled salmon, grilled marlin, prime rib, lamb chops, steamed shrimp, crawfish, lobster, an assortment of breads, you name it, they had it. Of course, the service was outstanding, and the surroundings beautiful. The most amazing thing, however, was that Grand Lido was packed with guests. I have stayed at Grand Lido for a week and didnt see that many people the whole time. Besides being crowded, the people were rather lively. The entertainment consisted of a cello and guitar player during dinner, and a band with a singer who reminded me of Patti LaBelle afterwards. She sang a variety of songs, and most people got up and danced. At one point, the whole dance floor was full! BF was getting a kick out of watching the guys trying to sneak peeks at me, and usually getting caught by their girlfriends or wives. At one point, a woman approached me to tell me how beautiful she thought I was. Only in Jamaica!
When we returned to Hedo, we got a drink at the bar, talked to the energetic couple for awhile, and headed back to the room and, you guessed it, enjoyed each other. Hedo definitely increases the libido, thats for sure. I intended only to take a short nap afterwards, but ended up passing out for the entire evening. The last thing I remember is BF telling me that he was going to take a walk.
The next day, I woke up with my intentions set on two things: that I was going to the nude pool, and I was going to finish that crazy book about the heroin addicts. No one showed up for my aerobics class, so I worked out by myself, ate breakfast, and came back to the room. After showering and changing, I told BF, who was in the bathroom, that I was going to walk around and would probably be on the nude side. He said ok, so off I went. I got a drink, found a good spot in the small pool and plopped down. There is nothing like having the sun beat down upon you while you are naked, yet feeling the coolness of the water on your lower body. I was really in my own personal Nirvana. The fit couple was there as well, and I smoked a little with the guy. They introduced me to another couple, and after awhile both couples began fooling around on either side of me. I was in the middle of a sex sandwich, literally! I wasnt quite sure of the proper etiquette- should I watch, pretend not to know what was going on, or leave? In the end, I just kept reading my book and occasionally snuck peeks at the action. In hindsight, I feel like at least one of the couples was putting on a show for me to either watch or join in, but even if I was so inclined, I would have been unsure of the proper course of action. Would you just tap someone on the shoulder and say, Can I join in? or would you just make a move? I guess thats up for debate.
Anyway, I finally finished my book and went to look for BF. I trekked up and down the beach, looked in the gym, the prude pool, grill, bars, dining room, lobby, and everywhere else I could think of. I even called the room several times, to no avail. He was nowhere to be found. After about an hour and a half, I figured that staying put would be the best strategy, as he might be looking for me too, so I got some lunch and sat down with some of the ECs and a few guests. We had a great, funny conversation, but I was concerned about BFs whereabouts. At about 2:30, I went back to the room, where BF was lying in bed clutching his stomach. He said that he had been sick all day and spent all of his time running to the various Hedo bathrooms. So, I climbed in bed, rubbed his tummy, and we watched college basketball. It was quite nice, but I knew that my shot at getting him on the nude beach had passed. At about 4:30, I volunteered to get him some food and see if he could keep it down. Robert was back at the grill, and he kissed my hand before he prepared my food. Robert always has this way of looking at you that makes you feel special and warm all at once. At the nude pool, I ran into some of my friends from the last two years, the USCANHEDOS. It was good seeing them, but I couldnt hang out for long. I explained the situation and went back to the room. Unfortunately, BF couldnt handle the spicy chicken, so I ate some of it (and all of the fries), and drifted off to sleep. We woke up a little while later, and he was starving. Isnt it funny that after you recover from a stomachache, you are suddenly starving? We went to the dining room, but to his dismay, he couldnt find anything he wanted to eat that night. He settled for some fruit and bread, but it really didnt satisfy his appetite. Although we had marked our table by leaving some of our belongings, people kept sitting down at the table. We never asked them to leave, but it was kind of weird, especially since they never said anything, not even oh, I didnt realize someone was sitting here when we returned with our plates.
The group that performed at Showtime that night was particularly good, and we had fun dancing to a few songs. One of the ECs convinced me to be in the Soca dance competition, and I won (that darn booty bounce)! BF wasnt too thrilled about me bouncing my booty for everyone (good thing he wasnt there for the wet-t-shirt contest), but he was mollified when I handed over my bottle of rum.
After Showtime, we ran into the fit couple chatting with another couple. In honor of our last night at Hedo, they gave us a bit more Jamaican delight. After dropping off the rum, we sat down by the plunge pool and partook of it, then went into the disco. There was a guest DJ who was pretty good, and we danced for about an hour, then went to the midnight buffet so BF could get something more to eat. Maybe it was the delight, but the cheeseburgers seemed especially fresh and delicious that evening. After we ate, we went to the small hot tub behind the spa, disrobed, climbed in and talked. I was still really disappointed about his not trying out the nude side (without clothes, that is), and he couldnt understand why it was such a big deal to me. I explained that I just wanted him to try it, and if he didnt like it, Id understand, but he insisted that he didnt feel comfortable about even trying it, and didnt like me pressuring him into doing something he didnt want to do. He also expressed that he felt that part of the reason I wanted him to do it was so that I could show my friends at Hedo that he was cool. After thinking about it, I realized that he was right. Although I wanted him to try it so it could be something we did together, I did want to show my friends that he was cool and open-minded, and one of the ways I wanted him to demonstrate that was by getting nude. However, I know that he is cool and open-minded, and I shouldnt feel like I have to prove that to anyone else. I probably shouldnt have pressured him if he really didnt want to do it, no matter what his reason, or how irrational it sounded to me. Part of the reason I think he became so stubborn about the issue was because everyone else and I kept harassing him about it (and the subtle propositions didnt help matters). Regardless, it really didnt matter because we had a great time during the whole week. We enjoyed each other, we didnt argue once, we did things together, and we shared a new experience. Who could ask for anything more?
The next day, we left and went back to reality. It was a sad day, but theres always next year!
Final Notes: The staff, as usual, were wonderful. From the gardeners, to the bartenders, wait staff to housekeepers, everyone was friendly, respectful, and pleasant. I dont tip, but I brought bags of candy and handed it out to everyone I saw. This simple act brought a smile to all that made my day. Additionally, the ECs this year were generally great! Aside from the one incident with the male EC, there were no problems. All of the female ECs except one, who was a bit moody, were genuinely sweet, friendly, enthusiastic, and fun-loving. Simone definitely runs a tight ship, and that is to be admired. Although MTV and Girls Gone Wild were there, I never saw them filming, and they kept to themselves. They were all very polite and courteous entire time. I dont think that anyone should worry about traveling to Hedo when these groups are there. The guests, as usual, were so much fun, and it was great to meet new friends and see old ones.
I hope you had as much fun reading as I did writing. Now, its back to the books.