Somewhere during this day, my smart phone had its second encounter with my chug jug. The darn thing opened up in my bag, soaking the contents including my phone. I don't know whether I was more annoyed at the jug at myself for still using it. I didn't notice it right away though, so I have no idea how long my phone was in the puddle. It seemed to still be working so I dried it off and went about my day.

Our streak of fantastic sunsets was finally at an end. If everyone was perfect, would we appreciate them as much?


After sunset, while we were playing in the surf, we couldn't help but notice there seemed to be a bit of party going on at Sunbeach. The band was playing and they had set up a bunch of tables set right out on the beach. Drawn in by the music, we thought we'd head that way for dinner.

The staff was working so hard to achieve this fine dining on the beach vibe. Dennis was expertly serving as Maître 'D. It was candles and white table clothes, albeit on plastic patio furniture. It still all came together as a bit of a pinch me moment. We are sitting on the beach, in the sand with the sound of the surf on one side and reggae on the other.

At some point, we gained a new friend. I'm hoping it says something positive about us that strange dogs seem to find us to be good napping companions.


As the meal wore on, we discovered one drawback to dining in the deep sand. We were slowing sinking. When we first arrived the table was a normal height. Eventually I'd sunk far enough that I actually couldn't get out of my chair. I was tucked too close to the table and had sunk far enough the geometry just wasn't working any more. It desperate times, I could have slid out of the chair and managed to get out using a crawl under the table approach, but I think I aged out of that approach somewhere around kindergarten. I didn't really want to draw attention to my dilemma, as hilarious as I found it.

Eventually the call of nature brought the issue to a head. I leaned over to Sunshine, "Honey, I can't get out of my chair. I don't want to make a scene, can you help?"

So he made like the perfect gentleman and jumped up to 'pull my chair out' for me. That statement has never been so literal, as he was pulling me and chair a foot out of the sand. The whole thing was just striking us so funny. When I returned, he had moved my chair a bit, but the sand was already loosened and as I sat back down the chair, I sunk right back down. I was in stitches laughing, while trying to still trying to remain dignified. The harder I laughed, the more the chair sunk. I don't know how well we succeeded at the dignified part, but we were having fun. By the time we left, I could almost rest my chin on the table. The legs of both our chairs were almost completely buried in the sand.

We got some star gazing in that night. The clouds must have cleared out at some point. The moon was coming up much later now, so we had a period of darkness when the stars got to show off to their full effect. Normally that would make me feel like just a speck in the universe, but somehow in Negril it just feels right.