While my wife is getting ready for our day, I'll add one thing she left out of the Flying Fishbone visit. We had to wait about 5 minutes at the bar for our 5:00 reservations. The hostess took our drinks on a tray to seat us and as we sat down spilled my Balashi (yes, I'm rubbing it in) right on her lap. I said it was like Garp buying the house right after an airplane crashed into it - the dinner was "pre-disastered" - nothing else could go wrong (I crack myself up). And it didn't. OK, off to the Palm Pleasure....

I need to get back to Aruba!!!