These colors you just can't find in a Crayola box.
After the kids are down for the count Raif and I take off for the one bar in Treasure Cay - the Tipsy Seagull.
The Tipsy is a most interesting mix of people you will ever see. There are local Bahamians, underage kids whose parents mistakenly believe that the bartenders will actually card them, old salty dog sailors off of their boats from a day or two of deep sea fishing, and families and couples who have found this little oasis and like us have been coming year after year. It never fails that we will see at least one old friend of Raif's (and after a decade of coming mine too) while we are there. But no matter who you are, everyone enjoys listening to the smooth stylings of Chris "The Burner"
Chris has been singing at the Tipsy at least for the past decade (since I have been going). He is the King of bad Karoake. On his good days he knows about 80%-90% of the lyrics of any given song. By the end of the night he is usually unintelligbile as he has moved from his perch near Tony-Tony (his keyboardist) and plunked himself right down on the bar with his microphone sitting beside him so he can better drink his Goombay Smash.
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Chris the Burner. That is fantastic.
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