exit zero,
I think you are right! Was rebuilt after Hugo and then just some fixing up after Marilyn. I remember the old Mountain Top, quaint in it's own way. They used to sell Chocolate covered Bananas as well! :@)

the spot would be a great one. But the house would need to be something else to afford the property.

I have not heard a statement from the owners as to what their plans are.

billd

Oh gheeez! How sad.

My parents will be so upset. There is a great story about my mom celebrating her 40th birthday at Mountaintop and then dancing in "the fountain - I have no idea what fountain (she'll be 70 this year). To this day, she won't (can't) drink daquiris! *-)

I think I have a similar story where tequila is concerned and I'll share it just for a hoot and because the dishwasher is churning away with another load yet to be put in there and I'm SO tired.

It was many years ago and I had a little red roadster car. Peggy and Laszlo Papp owned "Interiors" at that time and, to cut a long story short as much as possible, I went to dinner at their place one night for a "Mexican Feast." The food was awesome, the guests were a wonderful mix and a good time was had by all.

Then came the tequila shots with the traditional fresh lime and salt. The last thing I remember was Laszlo underneath their huge coffee table wrestling with one of their two HUGE dogs.

I can honestly say that I have no recollection at all about getting home that night. My little red roadster must have been on some sort of automatic pilot.

What I CAN attest to is that I awakened the next morning (which fortunately was a Sunday and that was back in the day when I had a normal life when I worked the basic 9-5/5 days) with the very worst hangover of my life. A veritable battalion of gnomes were inside my brain with little hammers just pounding away. Oh how the sunlight hurt, too.

What was eventually more disquieting was that not only had I obviously driven home safely but that the clothes I had worn that night were neatly folded and stacked. I had obviously taken a shower, brushed my teeth and got myself into my PJs or whatever.

This was a LONG time ago but I still go through a little bit of angst on occasion when making a margarita before my bartender reaches. I open that bottle to do a pour and, well, it's just sometimes a little weird.

Thanks for allowing me to share a tale. Cheers!

STT Resident wrote:

What was eventually more disquieting was that not only had I obviously driven home safely but that the clothes I had worn that night were neatly folded and stacked. I had obviously taken a shower, brushed my teeth and got myself into my PJs or whatever.

Hilarious!

And, I believe, is what makes you (and others) successful with island life....The ability to party hard, but remain organized and follow the routine.

Me? I'd have been passed out in my clothing with shoes on.....and not seen for days.....lost somewhere in Laszlo's brush after stumbling out.

Thanks for the midnight chuckle!

Auto pilot nothing. Those gnomes have driven me home on more nights than I wish to recall. Unfortunately my gnomes are not as neat as yours and tend to leave a trail of clothes from door to bed.

That is so sad. We have memories of the old Mt. Top back in 86. First trip to USVI and you know everyone goes there at least once for a banana daiquiri. I remember buying earrings there. They were enameled copper. Hope they rebuild.

Very funny.Chris, I hadn't looked at it that way. Maybe they got me home just so they could revel in making my life a total misery for the entire next day. It WAS many years ago and no way do I indulge myself the same these days...

Interesting that almost a month has gone by with no word on what caused the fire or did I miss it?

Debfishes wrote:
Interesting that almost a month has gone by with no word on what caused the fire or did I miss it?

Stuff that happens in the USVI takes time to be disseminated, if it is at all. That is The Way It Is.

Seems fire cause is undetermined. Click on photo to enlarge to read.

Thanks a bunch Tippi!!