Can you hear what I hear?

No, not the bloody Xmas carol, I mean the cicadas, crickets, or whatever they're called on a tropical night. Perfect temps for sitting outside, keeping one's whistle wet, and enjoying the company of new found friends.
We enjoyed demolished the new Japanese restaurant menu tonight after asking the maitre d' to select the 6 dishes between us that form the basis of the meal. If I wasn't so full I would have asked for more.. 

Ah well...