Much of our time seemed to be spent either on the beach or at a little cluster of bars and restaurants that included the best ever Hooters, and a dueling piano singalong bar (and associated franchised Sloppy Joe's) called Howl at the Moon. Howl served up some deadly evil drinks that got both of us pretty messed up.
Capt Neil had never been to a Hooters, so we made sure his first experience was a good one. He'll be back, he says now.
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