We headed back to Canoe for some french press coffee. That wired me. Mr. T was done and close to home, so we caught a cab back to Nirvana. Even after the 10 dirty bananas and numerous Red Stripes, I had energy. I surprised myself. I convinced DH to go to Alfred's because I knew they had a band that night. We walked down the sidewalk instead of the beach. Really thankful for all the kind sidewalks in Negril. The band in general left alot to be desired, except for the conga player. He was an older guy and had it going on. Mr. T later told me that he sits in with alot of different bands. We had a few drinks and went home to crash out. Tomorrow was my birthday so I didn't want to wake up feeling rough. Name: IMG_0974.jpg Views: 802 Size: 95.4 KB