Finally! Goombay! Last night!
Goombay is of Haitian or some other Caribbean derivation. Goombay is a round goat skin drawn over a round or square wood or metal bottomless pail. Played with the hands. There were a lot of palms slapping on goat skin tops last night.
Goombay has become an annual event for some. Don entertains a group from his bar. He has been doing this for years.
We met last night at Don’s Place. A drink or two. Eleven of us in a cab ride to 801. 801 is one of the most popular Key West gay bars. It sits on Duval at the beginning of Goombay.
After a few more drinks, we headed out. First a group picture. We take one every year. No one has ever seen the finished product.
For some of us, the initial walk is short. One block to the outside bar of Bourbon Street. Another premier gay bar. It has become a habit to stop there to listen to Blue. A singer. A long time friend of Don and David.
We sat enjoying a few more drinks. Some of the group danced. On soft sand.
The group at this point consisted of Don, David and Billie, Stan and Clare, Dan and Betty, and Louis. Don was my date.
Now came the walk up Petronia Street. Booths/stands on each side of the street. Music coming from everywhere. All kinds of Caribbean type food. The street crowded.
Similar to New York’s San Gennaro Feast, except San Gennaro is Italian in nature.
I had to eat. Opted for a sausage sandwich.
Once we left Bourbon St., we separated. Impossible for a large group to move together. The goal Blue Heaven.
I got there last.
Blue Heaven is a large outdoor restaurant. Packed.
I stayed for one drink. Exhausted. It was time to leave. I snuck off with no good byes.
As I was leaving, I heard Louis! Turned and it was Jean Thornton. She has been back two weeks and it was the first time we have seen each other. A big hug and kiss.
I will see Jean again this afternoon at a retirement party for Joe Lyles.
My car was at Don’s Place. A big walk. Especially with how my heart has been behaving recently. I took it slow and made it. No adverse physical feelings.
Syracuse/Boston College at noon. Will watch at home.
Then to the Hot Tin Roof for Joseph Lyles’ retirement party. Well deserved!
Tonight became a problem. I had a date scheduled with lovely Jenna for dinner. Does my heart good to be out with a beautiful 30 year old woman.
Then I found out that there was a bocce make-up game tonight. Don’s Place/Hell’s Rangers. Big time game between two big time teams this season. Don’s is alone in first place. Hell’s Rangers in third. Hell’s Rangers generally in first place most seasons.
The match has turned into a party. Hell’s Rangers bringing the food and Don’s the drinks. A cook out!
I wanted to see the bocce match. I gave up Jenna for a bocce game! A sure sign I have gotten old.
Jenna understood. We are going out together tomorrow night.
I mentioned the Rick Pitino situation yesterday. David Taylor wrote me a long in depth review of the situation from his perspective. David now lives in St. Louis. However, spent many years in Kentucky. He was aware first hand of facts I knew not. Will share them with you as the Pitino matter develops.
Enjoy your day!
Sausage sandwich? Highly appropriate for you.
Agree. Hits lots of notes–heart healthy, distinctly “Haitian or some other Caribbean derivation…”
By the way, you’ve been writing regularly about Goombay for the duration of this blog, almost a decade. Yet you can’t be troubled in all of your internet research to look up the specifics? That’s lazy as hell. It’s poor work on the front end that comes out as a poor blog. You built this thing up for weeks, years, then give us “Haitian or some other Caribbean derivation…” Pathetic.