This past weekend hosted a bevy of birthday bashes. Fiona turned 30, and all hell broked loose in her small apartment, with the blender firing out margaritas faster than speedy gonzalez. The theme was "Fiona is 30 and still hot", hence the red attire. There was an awesome moonbow that sobered everyone up for 10 minutes, but not surprisingly it was not caught on camera.
The civilised early evening shot.
Every good party should look like this in the morning.
To cure the hangover we went to the beach where Super "D" was hosting his 2nd annual birthday beach bash. Every year these guys think of something new to entertain their crowd, and this year was no execption. They picked up a rubber ring from sports authority (usually towed behind a speed boat), attached a tow rope to the harness of a kiter and pumped up a big kite. Who needs a speed boat?? Brilliant!! The very talented and obliging kiter "Wes" must have turned out 20 downwind trips, to the delight of his excited riders.
A ride involved "walking" upwind (later evolving into "driving" to the next up wind beach) for maximum down wind speed.
When Wes hit the gas, it was time to hold on .....
.... because there was no mercy. He looked for every jump he could find whilst firing downwind at top speed.
The "Pinz" was waiting to pick us up down wind at the end of the beach.
Errr ... where the f*** is reverse??