I went "kid style" my first night in Negril at the old For Real bar. Damn those rum punches. Woke up the next morning not knowing how we got back to Coco or if we paid our tab. We should have ate someting. Some guy was trying to sell us Gaja cake and it was looking darn good on an empty stomach. But thankfully we passed. Went back the next day to make sure they weren't looking for a Drink and Dasher ... but all was good. Maureen must have taken care of us. That WILL not happen again!
