Day #511: The Best I Ever Had!

Going to the Bahamas alone

was probably one of the best things

I have done in my life! 

It was the best vacation I have ever had.  Fo' sho.

I don't think I will ever travel with a big ol' group of single females again.  And I was hardly by myself anyways.  Someone was always willing to show me around and alla that.  The natives would ride the bus with me and show me around town and what not.  Right from the first day, so I was cool. 

And the timing was perfect too.  I was there on Valentine's Day and I didn't have to see people walking around with ten thousand balloons and roses and teddy bears.  I didn't have to see everyone crowded up in restaurants and what not.  My mind was on chilling and basking in the sunlight.  People were about VACATIONING and hardly seemed to be sweating V-Day.  At least not from what I could tell.  Now I did see some couples when I went out at Atlantis that night and yeah they were cute.  I even saw some chicks with red and white hair!!!!  GHETTO and hood hair was alive and well in the Bahamas for real.  I was actually tripping on all of the wigs I saw on the sistas in the Bahamas.  I mean EVERYONE had a wig or lacefront on.  Or damn near everyone.  I saw a few dreads and a few permed heads, but they were definitely in the minority.  So I was feeling quite comfortable wearing my "W" on the beaches needless to say.  Some of those wigs was crazy looking though.  Crazee.  I had to laugh at a few of them.  I think I spotted more than my fair share of Shenenehs and Wandas when I was there. 

But the dudes were soooo complimentary.  OMG!  You want to go to a place where you will feel like you are the most beautiful, sexiest thing in the world?  Go to the Bahamas. 

"You like candy to my eyes girl."

Oh am I really?  Wow! 

I was getting drinks and meals and hookups and little cheap (but cute) beach jewelry and everything.  The brothers were very nice from the moment I took the plane from Miami to Nassau.  Got two numbers before I even got off the plane.  LOL.  It was actually pretty cool and I was very appreciative of the attention.  I don't take compliments well so I mustered up my thank you responses and smiled.  I do think that the Bahamas is the place to go if you need to find a husband though!  It seemed like a lot of men where there.  Or if you're not looking for a hubby you can go there to get some nice, non-asshole like attention.  It was very refreshing - well at least to me it was.

So what did I do?

Drink.  I don't know how many Bahama Mamas I drank but it was a lot.  I didn't get real buzzed though.  I kept things under control.

I got on the Booze Cruise.  The drinks was aiight and the lunch was raggedy but it was still pretty cool.  I was the only black chick on the boat besides the employees though.  I was okay though.  I even went up to chat with the captain.  He looked like the rapper Candyman from back in the day.  Haha.

I met another dude that looked like Martin.  He worked at a funeral home!  So I got to talk to him about the industry since I was going to be applying for school there this year.

I met this dude named Nemo who said he had two birthdays.  WTF?  He was telling me this crazy azz story about how his mom and dad had a disagreement about his date of birth so they both went and got different birth certificates.  He was just going on and on, until I finally told him that I didn't come all the way to the Bahamas to listen to some bullshyt azz story.  "I can hear all the bullshyt I want at home", I said.  And with that he changed the subject and bought me another drink.  Thank the lawd.  Did I mention that he looked like T-Pain?  All day. 

He even had those dumb azz white shades on too.  No lie.  But he was funny.  Later he hung out in the whirlpool with me and got very acquainted with my toes.  I just couldn't stop giggling.

I rode those Segway thingys too.  Too much fun!  When I win the lottery I am gonna buy me one. 

I got on a wave runner for a little bit after the dude promised that my hair wouldn't get wet.  Wigs and water don't mix.  Then on top of that I was afraid that my wig would blow off my damn head altogether.  I kept seeing visions of my wig floating in the ocean like Wilson The Ball did in the movie Castaway with Tom Hanks.

Remember how Tom Hanks was screaming, "Wilson!  Wilson!"  when the ball floated away? I know fo' sho that I would have been hollering like that if my damn wig flew off in the fuggin' Atlantic Ocean. 

"Ashanti! Ashanti!" 

I didn't make that up either.  That's the name of the wig I was wearing.  You know how these wigs got names on the packages for the styles.  Haha.  The thought of losing my wig was making me nervous so I took my sunglasses and wore them on the outside of my hair to hold it down.  It worked thank goodness.  Now I was ready to enjoy the damn wave runner.  After a while, the guy actually let me drive it and it was fun.  I think he was trying to be up on my booty but I was off the thing in fifteen minutes so that shyt was cut short.  When I go back there I will just take the wig off (or bring a back up wig) so I won't sweat getting my hair wet.  I wanna take that thing to the limit next time!  Without someone on my azz.  LOL.


I sang some songs at karaoke too. 

"Love is a battefield!"

I have now made my international mark in karaoke singing.  Who knew?

Pictures?  I hate taking pictures.  I brought the camera and it was acting up so I have a few island shots that I will post later if I get around to it.  Don't hold your breath though. 

I think I'm going back this year.  Seriously.  I will stay like ten days this time.  If I have a sweetie by then maybe he can come along, but if not...I will ride solo. 

Being by myself I could think, be spontaneous, talk to who I wanted to talk to, go where I wanted, etc and not have to consult or coordinate with anybody.  I didn't feel alone because people will talk to you and it was all good.  In fact, it was the best thing ever.  The Bahamas was beautiful.  After doing this I know that I will do a solo trip again, and again, and again while I can.  I was proud of myself actually.  I felt like the bravest, most adventurous person on that island.  I kinda felt like a bad azz and I encourage people to do it themselves, especially women.  Honestly, I don't know why women fear doing things alone like going to movies and clubs and restaurants?  No one really cares.  No one will point at you and laugh and stare.  It's not a big deal to anyone else but yourself if you let it be.  In the back of people's minds they may come up with a theory as to why you are by yourself, but they will never tell you about it.  So again...who cares? 

It's okay to do things alone and enjoy your single, fabulous self. 

There are so many things that I have done solo like owning my business and living in every time zone in the United States.  Now I can add that I have traveled internationally...alone.  This trip was just another adventure in what has been a somewhat crazy, off the chain life.

Yeah, I'm feeling myself a little bit right now, and I am giving myself a big
HI-FIVE!!!  (singing)

"I ain't braggin' 'cause I'm the one
You just ask me ooh and it shall be done
And don't bother to compare
'Cause I've got it
I've got it, I've got it, yeah"

"I'm every woman!"