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. ˆ kate hill ˆ beach ˆ best ˆ pretty ˆ st thomas ˆ

Kate strikes some cutie-patootie bathing suit poses. ˆ kate hill ˆ beach ˆ st thomas ˆ

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. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ

Then someone busted out some pretty serious rum punch and we ended up playing Asshole. ˆ kate hill ˆ strangers ˆ

Kate takes a group photo from her "I'm the Asshole" vantage-point at the foot of the table. ˆ me ˆ cards ˆ strangers ˆ

Me and one half of the newly-wed couple that was staying at the same resort as us. The crown of leaves that I'm wearing signifies that I was the Asshole of that particular round. ˆ me ˆ

Wearing the Asshole crown. Kate was forced to kiss and worship my Presidential feet. ˆ kate hill ˆ feet ˆ kiss ˆ

Here's us back at our resort posing with Blackbeard the pirate. I think we might have been a little drunk. ˆ kate hill ˆ drunk ˆ pirate ˆ st thomas ˆ statue ˆ

Okay. Actually we were really drunk. ˆ me ˆ best ˆ drunk ˆ pirate ˆ statue ˆ

Day Seven was a travel day. We had to wake up early to catch our flight back to JFK and the cold weather. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ pretty ˆ st thomas ˆ