Decided to wander across the street to MiYard for a drink or two.



Very quiet that night. About three people outside and maybe four inside waiting for food to take with them. I got a generous shot of white rum on ice and sat at a table to chill. Sipped a little of the drink and it numbed my taste buds and seared my throat. Talk about strong!! I’m a rum drinker and can put it away with ease, but not overproof straight. I couldn’t drink it or I would end up staggering in the wrong direction or passing out on the way. So I scooped out the ice and carried the rest back with me.

Grabbed a cab back to the room. I figured I owe it to my body and mind to not over do it tonight and get some rest. Yeah, it’s been a long day, but a good one. However, I don’t intend to retire before 2 AM every night if I can help it so I’ll need a driver. Being this is Negril, I know that WILL NOT be a problem.

Poured the rum into a small empty coke zero bottle and capped it. Changed my clothes then hopped in one of the most comfortable beds I ever rested upon. No TV but I had a portable DVD player that I actually bought for O’Neil. Thank goodness I didn’t give it to him. He really wanted this player since he broke the first one I gave him which wasn’t as big or fancy. If he hadn’t messed up he would be enjoying it instead of the thing sharing a bed with me all the way in Negril on a Tuesday night.

That made me smile as I watched the movie Crooklyn and tore the business cards I made for him to shreds. Yup I’m feeling much better now…