Day Six: One of the bartenders at our resort was originally from Boston. He and his girlfriend randomly decided one day to pack up everything and move to St. Thomas. They offered to take us and some other couples a little older than us out to one of the local beaches that day and we gladly accepted.
After a day at the beach, we headed back to the couple's house (I've since forgotten all these peoples' names, doh!) to some dinner and hang out. Kate and I on their balcony. Their house was at the top of one of highest points of St. Thomas and overlooked the water and several other islands.
On day five we took the ferry over to St. John's to check out some of the other beaches. This pic was taken on the shuttle that took us from the ferry to the beach.
Here's the bottom near the edge of the reef. You can't really tell from these pictures (because the blue overpowers everything else) but the colors down there were amazing.
Here's me back on shore being laughed at by Kate 7 mintes later because I couldn't even naviage the boat out of the cove I was in. (There was a cross wind! A cross wind I tell you!).
Later that evening Kate traveled back in time to visit me at age 8. (This was some poor kid who was there at the resort with his parents. There were NO OTHER KIDS there for him to play with. We felt bad...so we got him drunk.
I was so drunk I almost threw up on her stomach trying to choke down a buch of spray whipped cream mixed with whatever it was that they poured into her belly button. But hey, FREE DRINKS!
After we got our drink on, we headed to another bar across the street. Right when we walked in the door they told us that if did a body shot off of Kate, we'd both drink free all night. A whip-creamed Kate awaits..
After resting up the first night, we decided to hit the town on our second night. We asked for the local "hot spot" and were promptly directed to some Cabana-type bar in the middle of a strip mall parking lot....where we met this guy, the drunkest guy ever. He was from England and wanted us to call him should we ever visit. He wrote his number down on a 20 pound note in the most illegible handwriting I've ever seen.
I was standing in the water with Kate and all of sudden she started jumping around and screaming because something was on her foot...which turned out to be a startfish. Right after I took this photo I promptly ripped off all of its arms. That'll teach him! NOBODY messes with MY girl!
We landed a day earlier than our scheduled check-in at the resort so we spent the first night in a beachside hotel near the airport. Fresh out of the water Kate poses on our room's porch (a photo which resulted in me locking ourselves out of our room).
Eveything was running on schedule right up to the last leg of our trip to the airport when we realized that the Belt Parkway was closed. We ended up having to take some crazy ass detour and as a result we didn't arrive in time for our flight's check in. I showed up at the gate and the woman at the counter starts shaking her head and goes "Uh-uh." I was like "What do you mean 'Uh-uh'?"...then I had a heart attack. It turns out there was another flight and she hooked us up. Here's us with our newly issued tix.
