*beep*

Whether the weather is cooperating or not… Island life continues… Cruise ships full of wide-eyed, Caribbean-crazed tourists come in and out like the tide.

Harry, the boss’ childhood friend from India and local bossman for *our* (that’s the corporate “our”) Cayman operation has his own stable of successful businesses down here including The Next Level Nightclub… where….. he also DJ’s a couple of nights a week.

After a long buzz-kill day of rain showers and clouds – he told us to come down to the club and party on him for the night.

So we did….

Once we were escorted through the red ropes and GIGANTIC security men, *faints*, – we spied Harry’s head poking up from the DJ booth waving at us to come up.

The booth itself was it’s own little lounge outfitted with red plush sofas, coffee tables and a regular stream of “folks in the know” who would be allowed in by head-nod to shake hands and chat with Harry between Reggae Dance-Hall and Abba tracks.

We pretty much hid hung out in the booth all night…

I did reconnaissance loops to snap off pics to help with Harry’s next marketing effort.

Chad bobbed his head a lot and drank gin drinks.

We were back to our room by 1am… (considered crazy early here)..

*click*

*dial tone*