Karoke night at Seastar Inn. Some of the employees got up to sing. God love 'em, but they're MUCH better with a drink dispenser in their hands than a microphone.

Rick the Prick and his brother, Bobby, were visiting, and it was nice to see them again. We've been friends through a series of reaches, and I really like those tow. They come to Negril like ten times a year.

I also hooked up with Brent from Calgary, a fun guy who kind of lives a double life -- conseverative family man in Canada and wild party animal in Negril. We had great fun together living it up to the fullest, and he has some wild stories about past visits to the island.

I didn't get to sleep until late.