Next thing I know the phone is ringing and my buddy is calling me from the restaurant, wondering where I am. I just plain conked out. Between the gentle breeze, the surf, my own comfort and then it started raining, I was dead to the world.
I really apologized and dashed out the door. When I got there to the restaurant (in hotel), I said, "I'm so sorry but I'm glad it's just you" which sounded worse -- like you don't matter, but I meant that it was a peer, not a boss type whom I kept waiting. So we sat at a nice table overlooking the beach. Oh man, I'm going to miss these views: