There's a restaurant here called Mr. X's Shiggidy Shack. It actually is a shack; actually, it's more of a bamboo hut with some plywood. It's right on Timothy Beach, about a 3 minute drive from the house, and it's composed of several small out buildings. The biggest building is the kitchen, then there's a small hut for the bartender, there's another small hut for gifts - though the Shiggidy Shop was closed the other night, there's a portico area (not enclosed) for dining and then more dining without a roof, and there's a small hut where the owner, Mr. X (aka Sylveter Phipps, an astoundly beautiful Kittitian man), hangs out and does the books.

Anyway, it's fantastic. We went a couple nights ago, and we're going again tonight. Apparently, Thursday is bonfire night there, and when we were snorkeling this afternoon, we watched the guys set up the bonfire area. They make great pina coladas, I've discovered. They have mahi mahi for $15 US, and it's served with a salad, plantains, johnnycakes (think Indian fry bread only denser and with coconut), and baked macaroni pie (basically mac and cheese like my mother used to make). It's a huge portion of food, and it's the best deal I've seen so far on the island.

I guess it's the tradition to go there on Thursdays, eat dinner, and then sit by the bonfire, listen to the iPod reggae DJ, and lime.

Let me explain: evidently, back when the British regiment was still stationed here, they would get scurvy, so once a week, they were told to drink rum to disinfect the gut and to eat limes to keep their teeth from falling out and ward off scurvy. Nowadays, the medicinal benefit is out the window. To go liming means to go out drinking, and that's what we're off to do right now!

First, here's a picture of tonight's moon from the veranda. It's basically the same view as yesterday's picture, but I'm certainly not sick of it yet!