Jost is the Most!

FUN! We had the most incredibly fabulous weekend on Jost Van Dyke (Jost is pronounced 'Yoast') for Jason's 35th bday with our very special friend and tour guide Debbie. Jost is such a bitty little place that I've been to many times, but to actually go there and hang with the locals and rent a car to run around...it is just a totally different world. Debbie lived there for a bit so we got to hang with people we definitely would not have normally. Uncle Boy was a favorite. I mean, his name is UNCLE BOY. And he is the most amazing old dude ever. We stayed at Ivan's which is a famous spot for day trippers to pull up to for a day of drinking and fun, but actually hanging with the fabulous Ivan and looking at his old pictures was such a treat. It was drunken debauchery, as every Jost trip is, after all. Major dance party at Foxy's (I think pretty much I was the dance party); lots of my favorite St. Johnians (Garza family!) staying at Ivan's too; accidentally stealing someone's camera thinking it was Jason's phone-no resemblance whatsoever; meeting all the crazies on the little bitty 200 person island; having the bubbly pool all to ourselves and playing like little kids in the larger-than-average waves. It was absolutely paradise. And it is so close to St. John! Why has it taken me years to get over there to spend the night? Can't wait for the next go. In the meantime, photos (if my camera wasn't working so poorly, there would've been more)!

Uncle Boy! He's in his post-funeral leisure suit.

Bubbly Pool!

At Foxy's Taboo looking toward the dock.

Debbie and Jason enjoying at Bushwacker at Foxy's Taboo.

Another steep VI hill...looking toward Foxy's Taboo.