Wednesday, August 5, 2009
More beaches and a wee bit of hockey......
Marigot Bay, St. Lucia
How pretty is this? Mr.Moey and I spent a week there a few years back. It was the first time I booked accommodation on the Internet and when we arrived at the hotel I realized I had totally screwed up. The room was shabby and run down. I went to see the hotel manager and while I was walking towards the office I spotted the small condos at the other side of the bay. THAT was where I thought I had booked. I explained this to the manager and he tried his best to rectify things. The condos were booked solid but he managed to get us a nicer room with a mini kitchen and living area. Not the end of the world and the welcome rum cocktail (or two) helped too.
We unpacked our things and headed out to the marina bar for happy hour when it started to rain, not just a sun shower but torrential rain. And it rained for seven days and seven nights. Take it from me; you'd rather be glued to a tree than be stuck with yours truly on a tropical vacation with bad weather. Between the rain and my tears Mr. Moey was ready to throw himself off the nearest cliff. Imagine the mud sliding down the hills every day turning the water a lovely poo brown color. Imagine me in my stiletto heels and $60.00 pedicure up to my knees in mud and it's oozing between my toes. Not pretty at all.
We did meet four girls from Toronto who were taking a break from their husbands and kids, so we all commiserated and drank a lot of rum punch together. Mr. Moey was actually enjoying himself with his new found harem, men are easy to please. After four days of my incessant whining Mr. Moey suggested a shopping day, we checked out the duty free shops in town and Mr. Moey bought me a beautiful gold bracelet, what can I say, desperate times but it did shut me up, probably the best money he ever spent.
This was the worst Caribbean vacation we ever had and I really can't rate the beaches in St. Lucia and because of the trauma I never want to return, I'm starting to twitch just thinking about it.
Now for a wee bit of hockey, I was quite pleased that Jacques Martin went to Calgary to spend some time getting to know Carey Price and I liked what he said about being a father figure to some of the younger guys. Carey Price is a very talented goaltender and I don't want to see him run out of town because of some nutcase fickle Habs fans. Bob Gainey alluded to that when he did his post season press interview. Bob has set the stage for Price. He has a better defense in front of him, a new goal tending coach and a new head coach who is known for his success in developing and mentoring young players. I think we'll see a more mature and consistent Price this year and hopefully some Habs fans will follow suit.
I plucked this comment off of a Pens blog dated in 2007:
To compound matters, Marc-Andre Fleury has been a disappointment in goal, playing like a junior star who is unable to make the transition to the NHL.
Does that sound familiar?
I vaguely recall a certain Marc-Andre Fleury skating around a rink in Detroit holding something shiny. Do you think it's the same guy?