After we got back from Harrison’s Cave, we had a delicious dinner at the good ol’ hotel that we loved. (The Club Barbados. xoxoxo to them!)
And now that scuba diving was over, and there were no more early mornings or important things you had to have a right mind for, it was time to see the nightlife side of Barbados.
Originally, since we thought the weekend would be more happening than weekdays, we were going to wait for St. Lawrence Gap until Friday.
But we still wanted to do something, so we thought we’d check out Holetown (the area where we were)!
Well, we went to the area/intersection that was suggested to us… Every bar was a ghost town. There was nothing going on.
But at this point, we’d already dressed up for going out. We’d already pregamed at the hotel where drinks were free (and where I was trying to eventually get through their whole list of special suggested/signature cocktails, and knocked down a couple that night). We were already out and about. We didn’t want to call the night a bust… So we went to St. Lawrence Gap, because we’d heard it was the place to go for drinking/nightlife…
And it was.
All the bars were popping. There were a bunch of outdoor bars, which was great.
The most memorable thing – I don’t even know if I’m supposed to say this, or if I’m gonna get in trouble somehow (but obv this guy’s nickname is not his real name, so it’s probably fine), but this guy walked up to us at one bar, and introduced himself as “The Pharmacist.”
Now, I had no idea what this meant and started asking genuine questions about what made him want to get into medicine, when Alex had to be like “it’s a code word. He’s a drug dealer.”
And the dude was like “yeah, I sell coke.” And then he asked us if we wanted to buy coke.
Now… I will say, Alex made a promise to me before we left that he would not let anything bad happen to me.
[I don’t normally go out and get drunk. I’m not scared of Barbados. I love the people there. But I was hit on a lot at that point, throughout the week (especially whenever Alex wasn’t around), and in general going to bars as a woman is dodgy. You always have to keep guarded and everything. But Alex was very much ready to be a protector, there for me, to be sure nothing bad would happen. He just nicely promised that before we left the hotel.]
I don’t really wanna do coke, BUT there was a small part of me that wanted to challenge him on his offer/promise to take care of me and make sure I got home safe.
“Oh yeah? Is that so? What if I start taking strange drugs from strange men in the middle of the night? You gonna be able to keep up with keeping my safe?” hahaha
But no, my desire to challenge him didn’t override my desire to not get caught up doing drugs in a foreign country. I was about to say my streak of never doing coke continues [which is true], but it’s hard to say it’s a real ‘streak’ when this was literally the first time in my life I’ve ever been offered the opportunity to buy coke.
Finally when I was drunk enough that I was doing the whole can’t-stand-straight/support yourself thing, Alex got us a cab and got us home safely.
It was the cutest cab ride. I’m sure the driver thought we were nuts. We were just being sentimental and telling each other how special we were and sharing random small secrets. It was silly and adorable… And of course I only remember pieces of it hahahahaha. And I’m sure it looked ridiculous from the outside, but from the inside living it, I loved it.
Off to bed we went, as the next day we had a day at My Gay Rum… Oh yeah, that’s correct. More alcohol! I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.