First event was the wet tee shirt contest. It went
off while the races were underway, so few attended, if you can imagine
that. They also were earlier than scheduled, so even those wishing to
attend or compete missed it. Three brave ladies participated. The
winner was actually a very normal looking 50 year old gal. Ah, the
Bahamas. Next came the Men's Best Leg contest. You KNOW who had to
participate in that!?! A field of 10 men lined up to strut their
stuff. Each took a couple minutes to dance, stretch, flex, and show off
their legs. I was surprised that all the men were in great shape and had
nice legs. Boating is very physical. Valt made the semi-finals, and
ended up third. But he was ready for the next event: The Men's Best
Buns contest. He donned several layers of pants, shirts, doo-wraps, hats,
glasses, pirate patch and a cane before making his appearance. He limped
and wavered over to a tree and sat alone on the rock in the shade. He
asked one of the lady judges, Arlene from Kasidah to go and appear
to coax him to join the fun. He painstakingly crept to the end of the line
on her arm, stumbling and even falling as he went. Sympathetic contestants
rushed to assist him. The audience even gasped: Poor old guy. When
it was finally his turn, he limped out, did a strip tease down to some shorts
and his cut off tee. He strutted, he slicked his heels in the air, he
danced. He was transformed into a handsome, much younger man. The
crowd loved it. Of course, he made the semi-finals. Then there was a
three way tie. But in the end, he prevailed. He won the Best Buns
contest. What a coup. He was probably the oldest man
competing. And the other contestants were also very fit and
attractive. All danced and strutted well. But he was the best.
He was the celebrity of the day. His prize
was a bottle of rum, which he shared with his fellow performers and well
wishers. But the real prize was the glory of the win.
