Hey, Lindsay!

This entire island is topless. French women tend to wear thongs and no tops on the beach, and I really like that about this place.

Anyway……

One of the coolest bar in SXM has the following sign:

I would hope it goes without saying that if I can get free drinks, I get free drinks. Especially if I was planning to be topless anyway. That’s what I like to call a bonus.

My sister (a fellow nudist) was totally into this so off the tops came and the free drinks followed.

I’m the one in the thong.

Having been topless with my sister a time or two before (on the beach, pervert!) I know how these things go: we tend to get hit on exponentially more, which we really don’t mind. However, the Americans at this bar really make for great stories.

Story #1. There is a couple sitting opposite of us at the bar. Courtney points out that they are having a very heated, and VERY public fight… about us. The fight ends when the girlfriend forces her boyfriend (husband?) to sit behind a support beam so he physically cannot see our breasts. He can only look at her OR he can stare at the wall – literally.

I found this to be exceptionally amusing and decided to take a picture of them. This did not help the lovers quarrel. The girl kept giving us the stink eye, but honey, we’re not the ones who are going to be shamed here.

Next!

Story #2. This one correlates with the above picture. The man goes on to compliment my thong. Before I can even get in a “thank you” Scott (my husband) jumps in to say “I bought it for her!” Scott then gets a prompt high-five. A “yo-da-man” stare and I get nothing. Sure he might have bought me the thong but it’s my ass that makes it look good. Hello. A little respect please?

Story #3. A TV was playing near us–some basketball game, whatever. A 10 or 11-yo boy kept wandering over to check the score (sooo smooth that kid!) Eventually his mother realized what he was up to (I guess it’s not normal for a kid to check the score every 3 minutes) covers his eyes with her hand and literally whisks him out of the bar at 40mph.

You’d think these people have never seen boobs before.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get a free drink.