With Suzie Q in tow, we headed to Westender and jumped in the rock pool. It was nice, with the ocean waves crashing against the shore just beyond our reach with a little bubbly residue coming in and out of the pool.

We headed to the bar where Negril Bill, Westender's hard-working food/drink manager, was doing his thang. Great guy, very dedicated to Negril, and he has a great life story that includes arranging a group vacation a long time ago to Blue Cave Caste in an adventure that eventually led to him running the property!

Westender has a star on the rise in bar server Tashoya, who says she wants to be in my report. She is exceptionally friendly and good-looking -- and YOUNG at just 19 -- but she is experienced after a tenure at Sunset on the Beach, where she learned the ropes.

She has a engaging easy style that makes it fun to enjoy drinks and food in her presence; that's a the best attribute you can have in the service industry.

We headed to Banton's where we ran into Jodie, who used to work there but now just helps out when she can.

We went back to Seastar Inn on my scooter, and I gave Jodie 1000j to take a cab and meet us because Brasi's belly-flop contest was starting soon, and I had spent a good portion of the week fattening up on spaghetti, jerk chicken with extra ketchup and fru-fru drinks in hopes of winning this thing because Seastar Inn manager Chris had generously offered 100 dollars to the winner (plus Brasi's 20), and man that money would come in handy because I am a spendin' fool in Negril.