After we share a lobster salad lunch at Catcha, we decide to take a walk down the road towards Canoe. We have a few stops we want to make. We start to realize how many great hurricane parties happened the night before as the trash cans are filled with empty JB bottles. Oh yeah.
First stop on the list is Eddies. It's time to say goodbye/until next time.
Second stop is Bentley's. I have a container of Old Bay for him, but we weren't able to make it his way for dinner this trip. Until next time.
Third stop is Canoe Bar. I'm loving the new set up. (Tis real nice, Clark!)
The rain comes and goes as the webcast goes on. I must say, it was the best chill evening to top off the trip. We have the funniest chat with Rob & Lisa & MrGlenzee & another lovely lady about tacos. It becomes an obsession of mine until I can get my hands on some the next night in the states.
At one point in the evening, I was sitting on the couch and +1 was sitting in a table across from me. He leans back and shows me something in his hand. He is pinching a small 1 inch strand of yellow hair. Yellow dog hair. My jaw drops. "Did you just pull that out of the fabric of your shirt?", i say. Yup. It's a yellow Sam dog hair. All the way from Colorado. In the Canoe bar. In Negril. Our final goodbye. +1 takes it out to the sea and lets it go. Not without completely soaking his shoes however. The surf is still really unpredictable.
We end up back at Catcha that night for a quiet dinner. Well, we were hoping for a quiet dinner but the wind was going nuts! Dare I say worse than the actual hurricane. The big round lights were swaying so ferociously, I thought I was in a club with strobe lights. We decide to carbo load for the marathon day we have ahead of us. All of our favorite dishes at Catcha. Pumpkin soup. Side of mashed potatoes. And seafood linguine to share. We couldn't even finish half. No kidding.