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Yaa Gyasi Peppy Parke
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Creative Director, Cultural Ambassador, TV & Radio Talk Show Host...Wonderful Women
Creative Director, Cultural Ambassador, TV & Radio Talk Show Host...Wonderful Women

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When I met her I kept feeling this sense of familiarity but could not place it. As she checked me in and walked me to my room, I felt recognition but could not place it. She went above and beyond in showing me the property and even turned on the TV for me because she wanted me to be comfortable and I just wanted to ask, "Have we met before?" but I just allowed her to do her spill--show me the balcony, the rocking chair, the view, the swimming pool, the bar, the view and again, the AC remote. When she left my room, I'm thinking 💭 "I KNOW this woman" but I was too tired to really think about it more. I thought I was too tired and would take a nap but I was wired...I needed to prepare for tomorrow and I'm a serious tourist so I had to get OUTSIDE and take a walk down the hill.
Then the phone rang, and it was her. She was letting me know they would soon turn the water off due to an issue but she wanted to make sure I was cool with it. "Do I have time to shower?" I asked. She said no and apologized for the inconvenience and I thought how great it was that I already wiped off the travel day from my person so a shower could wait. In less than 30 minutes she called to ask if I was hungry. I'm like "Not really but I can eat." I'm told the property does not have a restaurant but one is like 5 minutes away and there's a flashlight on a drawer in my room if I decide to go when it gets darker. I'm like, "That's not going to happen (Peppy walking down a hill with a flashlight to go eat, on an island she's visiting for the first time.") I. don't. think, so. She smiles and tells me she'll be happy to drive me. I perk up and rush downstairs (not before I check out the bar she told me about earlier; the one where you just go and make and take your own drink, and when you are leaving, you leave some cash in a basket.). As I'm touring the property with the island beer I chose in hand, I hear her calling out my name and then before I can finish said beer, I'm in her car and then literally at this beautiful spot. I tell her that I insist on treating her to dinner. She is nice, and I am really a NICE person (for really real). She checks in with her Hubby and then says she'll be honored to dine with me.
Being the tourist I am, I take photos and start oohing and awwing and she's visibly amused. "You're SUCH a little girl" she says. I reply with a blush, "Guilty. Heard that before."
By this time I'm skipping in the restaurant because I'm like very happy and she's smiling because my energy is contagious. I look around and we're the only "Black Couple" in a sea of White people and I'm not sure if I should feel happy or sad. I ask for a drink fit for a woman who's on the island for the first time after traveling for 9 hours and Ashley suggests the Painkiller. I'm like "Why not? I can kill some pain even if it's phantom pain."
What ensues later still has me smiling. Ashley brings the menu and each time I suggest something, Jennifer (she) states that she's allergic. I want the conch fritters but she's allergic. I want the scallops but she's allergic. I want the crab balls but she's allergic. We finally settle on the Tuna Whatchamacallit and she asks Ashley to put the avocado on the side because...she's allergic. I'm cracking up now because I could not have made this shyt up on my funniest day, but I'm still on a high so nothing matters but the ambiance and my main course. "No Ma'am, the snapper does not come with the head," Ashley informs me. Of course I'm crushed but I look around again and yup, I see White people mostly eating ribs and I am like "ewwwwww. We're like literally by the sea."
They bring the Tuna dish and everything looks awesome except the tuna which is raw!!!! I guess Ashley sees the fear on my face and asks if I'm OK. I explain that I can't do raw fish and she looks perturbed 😤 I explain that I would NEVER EVER order raw food knowingly and she says...I'm still smiling because the 18 year old waitress was about to school me... she says, "Well, Ma'am, that's what tuna tar tar means. It means raw." Both me and Jennifer are now looking flabbergasted because neither of us saw "tar tar" and even if we did, we're thinking that Ashley would have mentioned that when describing the meal, because she IS descriptive. Ashley apologizes and then I have a brilliant idea...how about she take just the raw tuna back and ask the chef to lightly sauté it (for me...the first time visitor who may actually give them a bad review on Yelp). I didn't SAY the last part but she knew by now that I MAY have a few powers. Chef REFUSES and sends a message that he will not compromise his recipe by sautéing the tuna. I'm like, "Well, we will just have more drinks and the main course."

Ashley comes back with more more drinks and...WAIT...what is now the sautéed tuna! Jennifer and I actually start applauding. Ashley is beaming. The chef comes out and thanks me for the suggestion and I made a point of letting him know that if he changes the menu to MY alteration, he has to call it Tuna A La Peppy. The White people are all snapping photos and wondering what the F is going on. Like WHY is the chef at "their table"? I pay them no mind except to ask one of them to snap a photo of me and Jennifer.
The meal is DELISH. Ashley got a big fat tip after we start chatting about what brought her to the Virgin Islands and yabba dabba doo, plus she's an excellent waitress, and I tip handsomely.

I probably put on CHREE pounds from that first meal alone. Jennifer and I have such a great time that we're now like Besties. And then I remembered where I know her from (Jennifer). She's a really sweet islander and I've met soooooo many of them before, so there's THAT😍
Cheers to my first night in St. Croix 🍷😊❤️
#TunaTarTar
#StCroix
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I really did not want to share this, because I am private when it comes to my romantic life but I am so heartbroken and have been since this morning that it is causing me unrest. I was with him for 7 years. I thought we loved each other. At least I KNOW I loved him, and I truly believed he loved me too. Last night we were together and then I kissed him goodnight and went to bed smiling, and then I woke up this morning and he was gone! No warning, no note, no nothing. Just GONE. I mean who does that to someone they claim they love? Naturally, I tried everything I could to get him back, but he was gone and had no intention of coming back. The reality is that love affairs these days are changing; they no longer have a long shelf life like back in the day, and these "things" just don't seem to last long. I guess I should be grateful for the 7 years we spent together. I can look at it like this -- for 7 years, he was there with me...every night. Putting me to bed, making me laugh, cry, curse. He made me sad, happy, pissed, emotionally disturbed at times and sometimes he was just too much that I had to out him on pause or tell him to shut the hell up. That's love. There are good and bed times. There are ups and downs and ins and outs. So yes, there were times when I wanted to leave him, but I stayed...because I am committed. I stayed because he was precious to me and I thought we would be together forever. I guess he also hung around as long as he could. I am hurt but I am a strong woman and I shall get over this. The best remedy for losing someone you love is to find someone new, right? That's not really MY philosophy but I do need a companion because I do not think I can sleep well at nights until I find one. Old habits die hard and I am a creature of habits. I am really sorry for sharing all of this but I hope you know that I am really feeling this tragic loss. Farewell, my 40 inch Sony TV, it was real while it lasted :-)
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So, I knew where I should go to get the white top I needed (well, I have tons already so wanted is a better word) to wear to Nicole's party but the spirit led me to Macy's off Branch Avenue which is like the worst Macy's for CLOTHING for me. My morning started off sweet and was getting sweeter and then I parked and ensured that my car was not acting up again and went in to get a white top. I am passing the jewelry section and remember that I needed some sterling silver jewelry and I pick up a ton because, you know, 85% off. I decided I am not happy yet so I make the decision to pierce my ears (3 times is the charm they say). I slightly flinch when the needle hits the right ear but feel almost nothing when it hit the left ear and say "Wow, I guess my tolerance for pain is getting better." The lady working on my ears laugh out REALLY loud. I smile. I am not done yet...I need anklets so I proceed to pick up a few of them and tell her I will be right back knowing fully well that there will not be a white top in THIS Macy's that will fit me and look nice enough (to me) to wear to the party. Still, I make the rounds, going downstairs then back up, grabbing 4 tops and also taking the time to go and fit them (which is why I hate shopping). They are all my size but one is too small for my chest (the nicest one), the other is way too big, and the other two look better on the mannequin. I go back for my anklets and pick up a bracelet since, again, 85% off. I am smiling, singing, reminiscing, and silently giving thanks for a great day and as I approach my car, it starts acting up again and all the windows and sunroof open without me even pressing the button on my alarm system. I smile and remember that I MUST get this looked into soon or I will start losing stuff because I keep a lot of valuable stuff in my car (just call me Bag Lady). I get in the car, turn the key and as I am about to drive off, I see a policeman approaching me and signalling me to wind down my window. He says, "Maam, your car was just involved in an accident so I need your license and registration." I am sure I am looking SHOCKED because I'm thinking "what the what what WHAT?" I am now sure that my car has graduated from just opening up windows on its own and is now piloting itself and then the officer sees me pondering and says "No Maam, THAT car hit that car which hit your car and...Maam, please get out of the car." So, I get out and look and am like "DAMN! What the what what WHAT?" and I see what has happened and then I am like thinking that I still have not purchased the white top! So, as it turns out, Ms. Gayner who is about 75 said she thought she put her car in drive but felt it going backwards and then she felt it hitting "stuff" and then she quickly put the car in neutral. It is crazy how even the car to her right got hit as well, and even the officers are trying to understand all of this...but that is why we have insurance. Sooooooo, nuff police pan de scene, ambulance and rae rae, the other 2 drivers are a little salty and asking if she was drinking because "How the raaaaas could this happen?" I am like wanting to know who the driver who caused the accident is and if she is OK but she is now in one of the police cars. The officers remind me to take loads of photos and I ask them if I can go speak with her and they say yes. She is so precious and kind of shaking and I hold her hand and ask her her name and tell her that I am glad she is not hurt. I ask her how she is feeling and says, "Better now that you came and spoke to me young lady." I tell her it is just an accident so she should not worry. I ask her where she lives. I ask her if she called anyone. I ask her if she wants some water and then I go get her a bottle. I ask her if I can give her a hug and she smiles and says yes please. I tell her I will call her after all of of this and maybe take her to Bingo, and she lights up like a Christmas tree. I deal with the officers, tell the other drivers to calm down, and then I back up and take more photos of my car. I leave and decide to call my insurance when I feel like it because quite frankly, I willed today to be a sweet day and sweet day it shall be because it is SatHERday :-)

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Will I see you at the Grace Jamaican Jerk Festival this Sunday?
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Please check this out and then attend my event on 3/25/17.

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Happy Birthday to my son

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Rest in peace our beloved Spyda.
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