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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.
Kate strikes some cutie-patootie bathing suit poses.
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.
Then someone busted out some pretty serious rum punch and we ended up
playing Asshole.
Kate takes a group photo from her "I'm the Asshole" vantage-point
at the foot of the table.
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.
Wearing the Asshole crown. Kate was forced to kiss and worship my Presidential
feet.
Here's us back at our resort posing with Blackbeard the pirate. I think
we might have been a little drunk.
Okay. Actually we were really drunk.
Day Seven was a travel day. We had to wake up early to catch
our flight back to JFK and the cold weather.
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