After a nice plate of spaghetti, I took a nap and woke up 9 p.m. My friend Tattoo Charlie is at Negril Palms, so I headed over there and found him already making friends with his neighbor – typical Tattoo Charlie – and together we all headed to Roots Bamboo, where a live band was playing. The group was an old-school reggae type band that alternated between Marley-type stuff and classic rock. The singer was young and compelling, and there was also a trumpet player, and overall the band was quite good.
Shayne, my old friend, had driven us, stopping first so Charlie could go the bank. Shayne rented out his extra cell to Charlie, so now we both have phones.
After a few rum punches that hit me particularly hard, I called it a night, and Shayne drove me back to Seastar. It was a fun evening.
Shayne, my old friend, had driven us, stopping first so Charlie could go the bank. Shayne rented out his extra cell to Charlie, so now we both have phones.
After a few rum punches that hit me particularly hard, I called it a night, and Shayne drove me back to Seastar. It was a fun evening.