I think it was about 8:30 when we finally wandered up to get some dinner. The bar was still busy but things had slowed in the restaurant. When we walked up the stairs together, one of the waitresses simply asked "Are you ready?"

With a nod, she led us over to the high table by the pool which was all beautifully decorated. It sure felt like the best seat in the house. It also totally suited the 'lost in our own little world' day we'd been having. It felt like we'd gotten the elements of the Night of a 100 Candles we'd appreciate most without have asked for a thing.


Sunshine had the pineapple chicken. I had the seafood linguine. He let me have a bite of his. Yummy, but nothing could have possibly been better than that bowl of linguine. The pasta was perfectly cooked and though the sauce was rich, it wasn't overwhelming. I loved that there was fish in it too, not just seafood. He thought his was the best, so I guess we each chose really well.


Though we absolutely didn't have room for it, when our waitress came to ask if we wanted to desert we couldn't say no. She was about to turn to get us menus when instead I asked, "If you could only have one, what would you chose?"

Without pause, she replied, "Peanut butter swirl cheesecake."

"Sounds perfect; one slice and two forks, please!"

As we waited for her return we looked around. We were the only people in that half of the restaurant. So we pulled out a sub and lit it up. When our waitress returned with our cake, we clearly caught her off guard. For a moment that perfectly composed wait staff veneer dropped and a genuine laugh bubble out. She caught herself quickly and with an "It's all irie," she placed the cheesecake slice between us and left us to our dessert. She'd made a good choice, it was so good we almost licked the plate.

When we finally returned to the Gatehouse, we sat out for a bit on our patio. The street was hopping and we really enjoyed listening to the locals coming and going. There seemed to be a bit of a gathering at the base of Seastar lane, at least that is what is sounded like from our vantage point. It was nice to hear but not be seen. When we eventually called it a night, it was the happy sounds of the neighborhood that lulled us both to sleep.