It's the afternoon now, and I'm sitting with Francine, the co-owner of Seastar Inn. I'm not sure the news has broken on negril.com, but Francine is six months pregnant with a baby daughter expected this coming spring, and she says it's OK to let the whole world know. She is beaming and proud, as she should be. In fact, Chris should be proud, too, considering Francine is roundly regarded as the most beautiful woman in Negril, and I'm sure it will be a very exciting time when the baby is born.

Like I said, I had ordered a pizza, one of the best deals in town. It's a big pizza with great cheese and crust -- hard to find in Negril -- and it's big enough for two to three nice meals. I enjoy a few slices and put the rest in the my fridge. The whole room smells like a Subway restaurant, wink wink. I'm having a very good time, very loose.

Originally, it was going to be just me and Chris going to the Jungle together -- a boys' night out -- but there were others that wanted to go, so there were two van trips -- an early one at 10:30 p.m., then another at midnight. Henry drove, and I jumped on the early ride.

Being a single male tourist at the Jungle can be a real trip sometimes. You have to be in the mood for it, or the whole experience can be a bit too much on the senses. I figured what the heck, you only live once, so I handed the bartender a $100 bill USD, pointed out my sliver cross to remember who I was, and told him to feed me two rum punches at a time until I hit 80 dollars, then you can have the rest. It seemed like a pretty fair deal for both of us.

So that's what happened, and by the time the second van load from Seastar was ready to arrive, the whole thing was pretty much a blur. When I woke up the next morning, everyone told me I had a great time, so I took their word for it!