Jason runs over and gives me a huge bear hug. There is no doubt that if I weren’t taking the transfusions, he would have cracked my ribs.
“Ivan! Oh my god! You look thirty years younger! Island life sure as hell agrees with you.” I just smiled and that was forced.
“You look pretty good yourself Jason. I see you are a regular at the gym.”
“Ivan I can’t begin to tell you. I’m living downtown now on Spruce Street, you know one of those luxury rentals? We have a fitness center in the building. They raised the fee from $500 a year to $180 a month? Can you believe that?” I just smirked to myself. “Well wait until you see what we have in store for you. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it’s comfortable.” I continued to giggle to myself. He really became a spoiled brat.
“Well Jason from what I’ve been hearing about the real estate market, I’m not surprised. Now you must be famished. Let’s get you settled and introduce you to the islands finest cuisine. I hope you like fish,” and with that I took his bag, swung it over my shoulder and walked arm in arm towards the islands most “glamorous” hotel. “Wow! I see you’ve been working out as well,” he exclaimed. I laughed this time out loud.
Since Jason was now used to an extravagant lifestyle and state of the art amenities, I’m sure Hotel Umon was perhaps a major disappointment. Our gym consists of a few weights and whatever machines were donated from some health club that was going out of business in Australia. Not exactly Gold’s Gym if you catch my drift.
When we arrived at the hotel the look on Jason’s face was priceless. Although everything is new on the island, we had to make due with little or no finances. So luxury to us has a very different meaning as opposed to someone like Jason who is used to the finer things in life. In his eyes this place is considered less than a dump. It’s a hellhole.