Absolutely nothing is happening on our end. Nothing. Friday night I was feeling anti-social so stayed home and enjoyed my peace and quiet. Michael went out on Mr. X's powercat with a bunch of folks we hash (hike) with. He had so much fun, he doesn't remember some of it and wasn't having such a great time the next day, but I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.
White House Bay was full of boats hiding from a weather system coming through.
It was a sunset cocktail cruise that came with some munchies - he said the garlic bread was yummy.
The crew tried a little fishing, hoping to get some Mahi for dinner.
Before long, the moon was up over Nevis.
Then things got a bit murky. Michael went to the Shiggidy Shack to dance to the sounds of the KC-5 band. Our pals John & Tina were there and Mike took so many pictures of them I'm pretty sure his next career will be as paparazzi.
Saturday we both worked a bit (and Michael napped a lot) and Sunday I didn't even get out of my pjs (it was raining, surely that counts for something).
That's it. Thank goodness this weekend is a hash weekend so we don't turn into slugs. There's also a run for a cause on Sunday, but we haven't decided on that one or not. So there you have it. Zzzzzzzz