Feb 2015 Trip Report 2/6-2/14

[never2many]

A little later that day Mr. T came by for a visit and met us a the beach. Things became weird. I invited him back to our room and the manager and security guard said no Rasta's allowed. After I pleaded my case, they said they would allow him to our room only with an ID which he didn't have with him. We finally had a drink at the bar and simply walked back to the room afterwards. Worked like a charm. My husband played guitar on the porch while we indulged in some adult goodies. Headed to the bank and if I'm not mistaken about the name, Hammonds Patties?? They were the best I've tasted but then I'm not a patty connoisseur. I wanted to try Nihahs but Mr. T insisted we try the others.