Whatever that means.

This time of year, we work 7 days a week. It’s okay because season has started VERY slowly this year and we need to make the bucks while they’re there and save some for when it’s slow (from July through December).

We worked quite a bit yesterday. We did two couples massages and then I had two regular clients for 3 hours until 6 pm. We were going to stay home and finish making our costumes for the SEA Creatures masquerade ball tonight, but Michael thought there’d be time to do it today, since we had a last minute appointment for 4 massages cancel at the last minute because their flights were canceled, at the last minute, due to extreme weather conditions in America.

I’d been wanting to go to the Galleon for dinner, so we did. We didn’t call for reservations (a “no no” this time of year), but figured we’d just eat at the bar anyway. They weren’t extremely busy (they’d been slammed the night before), so we lucked out and found two stools at the bar far away from the piano. Usually the music is too loud for me in there, but Ben Staron, who we hadn’t heard before, kept the volume perfect for dining in the lounge area. He’s really good and plays a wide variety of favorites like Elton John and Billy Joel.

We looked at the wine list and noticed a malbec by the glass but not by the bottle, so we each ordered a glass after Cass let us try a sip of the Bogle Old Vine Zin she had open. It was good, but we liked the malbec better.

They had a few yummy sounding specials, and the new menu looked wonderful as well. We started with the mahi chowder, which was creamy and delicious, and the tuna futomaki in a cone of nori with wasabi and a ginger soy sauce, which was awesome, too. For an entree, Michael ordered the crispy snapper with a sweet and sour pomegranate-orange sauce, and I got the appetizer portion of smoked eggplant in an arugula and walnut pesto with a sweet onion and lemon marmalade and flat bread. Both were fabulous!

We had no room for dessert. Our tummies were full and our wallets empty by this time, so we walked off in a sated balance, got Biggie out of the car, and strolled along the docks for a while, admiring the moon’s fullness and the activities of the bats and night birds in that quiet section of the marina. Paradise at it’s finest.