After returning from our snorkeling/spearfishing, we jumped in the pool at Seastar Inn.

Later, I went to Hi Lo and met a guy named Murphy, who suggested Aloe Vera for my sun-burned face -- he happened to have some in his car. The twist was, he wanted to give it to me for free, but I said no worries, I am OK.

I went out with Famous Vincent yet again later in the afternoon, this time with yardie friends Luis and his girlfriend. We decided to bring our haul of fish to Bentley's together, and we all enjoyed a nice dinner.

Chris agreed to tote all of us to The Jungle. It was me, M & G Montreal, yardie Sarah from Seastar Inn and a few others. I had a big wad of 1000s and was in a good mood, and there were a few party girls that recognized me and a few others that pretended so. The begging for drinks got to be a little much after an hour or two, and I remember at one point telling one of the relentlessly thirsty girls that she should get a job!

I did not bring Jodie. Though I was happy to see her again on this reach, I told her I wanted to do my own thing, so we did not see each other as much as usual. I just didn't want any pressure. The old, "It's not you, it's me."

Keith from Philly popped in, so I spent most of the time with him and Shayne, the great cabbie who as things would turn out never drove me anywhere cause his car remained in the shop needing a new engine, he said. He was still in a great mood. Oh, and btw, Brasi made a music video back home from Negril footage, and Shane is in the video -- it's great.

Outside of the club, I took a little break for some fresh air. I bumped into Step Aside, the great Jerk Chicken maestro, and had a plate. The hagglers were all over me, but I kept my concentration. It was not a late night. I made it home by 2 a.m. -- alone -- and that's the way I wanted it to be.

It was a good night.