That's what the sign says at the Shiggidy Shack, I noticed last night.

We didn't exactly lime. The bar was crazy busy, and while waiting in line, I was accidentally punched in the face by a wildly gesticulating inebriated Scotsman (is that redundant?). I did have one pina colada with dinner, and it was really good! Halfway through dinner, the one-man band began to play - I was wrong about the iPod DJ. He's a local with a keyboard and a passion for 1980s Top 40, which he rearranges with a calypso/reggae rhythm, making it very difficult for listeners to figure out what 80s Top 40 he's singing. It's sort of like a drinking game. He played some Foreigner, some Mister Mister, and some Rod Stewart (it took me almost the entire song to identify "Some Guys Have All the Luck"). I've been assured that his repetoire is limited, and I'll have the pleasure of hearing him every Thursday night that we're here.

After we ate and after I was socked in the nose, we moved over to the semi-circle of chaise lounges set up around the bonfire. The stars were out, and I realized that I couldn't identify a single constellation. I'll have to start studying my star books again. Everything looks different from down here.

The singer soon introduced Fire Man, a fire-eating, fire-bathing, fire-breathing man who performs every Thursday for about 10 minutes. He was really good. What was really great about it, though, was the one-man band dude - he played an accompanying Fire song to the tune of Bob Marley's "Could You Be Loved," with fantastic lyrics like, "He loves to eat fire, he bathes in the fire, he even drinks fire! How does he do it? He is the Fire Man!" The performance was great, but I was partial to the accompaniment.

Around 9:30, my back was 100% completely out, so we head back home. Tonight we're headed back to the Shack for dinner with some friends. No Fire Man tonight, though. No bonfire, either.

So we're off to the beach for the afternoon.

First, here are some pictures of the yard I took at 7:15am this morning.


This is the Caribbean Sea view.


This is the Atlantic view. It's closer as the crow flies (or frigate bird, as the case may be), but because of the Marriot Golf Course, it's faster to walk or drive to the Caribbean.


This little fellow tried to sell me car insurance!


I haven't figured out what these trees are called yet, but we have several. They're pretty!


I call this the petunia bush, though I'm sure it has another name. Don't they look like petunias, though? There's a white one in the front yard.




Notice that Gamma Ray is OFF LEASH - this is maybe the greatest thing about the move. The dogs were rarely off leash in Maine.


That's our veranda on top.


It's nice, right? So book your ticket and get down here!