Spent the day (what was left of it by the time we got up) looking for someplace to do laundry (failed), and eating - major success. Tom prepared a magnificent feast of shrimp. Shrimp salad, garlic shrimp, wine, and of course the company. Nothing like roughing it in style.
Went to see the worst cover band in history (I wish I could remember their names). You haven't lived until you've heard Smoke on the water performed with an accordion. If hell has a house band this was it. Couldn't handle the band for more than a few songs (it really was that disturbing). Tried a couple other bars, but gave up and walked around the beach for a few hours instead.
[Entry written later from notes: 20 September 1998]
