Nobody in our little scene can surf. Ffew are even coordinated enough to pinch a cigarette into their fretboards while onstage. But music hath charms, so you gotta try.
Seven of us headed down to the public water park on a bus. There, we found bunches of cardboard which we fashioned into boogie boards and skim boards. (Nothing was long enough for an actual faux surfboard.) We balanced them on boulders and trashcans and had a great time until someone got hurt.
Best part was the soundtrack. Rule was that the music could never die. Nobody, however, had brought a player, so we had to sing it all. We kept up a constant chorus of rumbles and yips for what seemed like hours (especially to the pissed off picnickers around us).
Saturated with sweat and surfiness, we all melted onto the bus and dripped back to the Bullfinch for cocktails to soothe our burning flesh. The rocks were on us!

Inflatable Float at the Bullfinch with WhaleSharkDolphin. First 20 people at the bar get bitten… The Striped Towels and Season of the Beach at Hamilton’s, which its experimenting with a new outside “deck area” for this show only… Dollaire’s is back down for the count. Those friggin’ drunk minors!…