Monday continued . . .
We had dinner at Sea Star (since this was the second night in a row it seems I'm violating that vacation rule again). Alvin was bartending that night. Mrs. Peel tried to make me feel better about my lack of ability to recall names. She'd only met Alvin (to speak with) once before and the best she could do was remember the first letter of his name. I'm kidding, and I have no idea how she does it.
The food at Sea Star is life changing. I have to say it: I'm absolutely sure of all the places in Negril that I've had a sit down dinner nothing else is even close to Sea Star. Here is the story of my dinner (Kingfish): Chris (Sea Star owner - for those few boardies who don't know that) and a couple friends had recently circumnavigated Jamaica on a deep sea fishing trip. The trip, in case you're wondering, took three days to complete. Chris said they didn't catch much until they were just south of Negril, where he caught the fish I was eating. Forgive me for pounding this drum so often but where but Negril, in May are you going to get a chance to talk to the person who caught your dinner. I love this place!
Monday was Karaoke night at Sea Star. The women who had sung at Boogers birthday party was leading karaoke.
