Grenada - We Are Finally Cool

So yesterday we got a new transformer. No, it was neither an Autobot nor a Decepticon. (For those of you who, circa 1984, did not race home from school in order to glue your eyes to the TV set: the Transformers were toy robots that could be turned into cars, trucks, planes, etc. Or were they toy cars, trucks, and planes that could be turned into robots? Anyway, it became a TV show with an epic theme song that has been running through my head all week. Apparently it is also a huge blockbuster movie that's out right now but I prefer the 1980's version.) Where was I? Oh yeah. The transformer we got yesterday was of the electrical variety. You see, we've been without air conditioning all week because the electricity here has a voltage of 220 (like in Europe) whereas our boat runs on 110 (like in the US). So the marina has to give each US boat a transformer to decrease the voltage to 110. When we first got here all they had left was an undersized transformer that wasn't powerful enough to kick on our air conditioner. It's been a sweaty week for us because when it rains we have to close all the hatches. There's been a lot of rain this week so it's been stuffy and humid on board the boat. But last night Bob came by and swapped the small transformer for a larger one and -- Voila! Our air conditioning now works. Needless to say the grumpiness level on our boat went down along with the air temperature.

After getting our A/C working we headed over to Oasis, the marina bar, for drinks and karaoke. The owners, Bob and Leslie, have their hands full running this place and are basically here from dawn til whenever us cruisers go home so the bar can close. But Leslie is leaving this week for Canada (she and Bob have a home there as well as a dock-building business.) Leslie or Bob usually tends bar but this week Ginette on Sol Magique volunteered to take some shifts so they could have a break and she's been doing a great job. So when I heard them announce that they wanted to do karaoke tonight I figured I could help too: by running the karaoke machine. It was so fun! Everyone in the bar sang -- even Kevin! (Not voluntarily of course. Someone had to hold the microphone in front of his face and shout "Sing!", but he still sang!) There were lots of surprisingly good singers, and people were dancing and shooting pool and everybody had a good time. No one sang "Last Dance" or any Janis Joplin (where's Jamie when you need her?) but we did observe the cardinal rule of karaoke: the night's not over until someone sings "I Will Survive".