Sometimes It Sneaks Up On You

Disclaimer: This post is not to be read by mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, children or anyone else who might be disabused by the debauchery about to be described. For the rest of you deliquents, please delight in the fallowing tale of what was supposed to be an early night.

So again this is going to be short and without pictures, but I just thought I had to share a little about last night. I was just over an illness that has had me the better part of a week and was about to call it an early night. Then a fire broke out. Literally. No, I mean like a real fire, with flames and stuff, up on a roof of one of the beach establishments. Naturally, everyone gathered and, with a combined effort, we all managed to get in the way. But seriously, with much running from the beach with improvised buckets and a few people hanging off the roof throwing water, the fire was extinguished and we could all get to the serious business of drinking tequilla. From there, things got interesting. It wasn't too long that I found myself boxing in the ocean on a platform that was destined to collapse under our weight. For the record, being on a collapsing boxing platform in the ocean is perhaps the single funnest thing for witch it is possible for a human being to participate. Not long after that, or maybe just before - I can't be buggered to remember -it seemed only natural that Sven would need to borrow my pants for what must have been a very compelling reason. I can't remember the last time I was walking around a beachfront bar in knee length tights and they were happy to continue serving me. Come to think of it, I still can't :)

See Mom, that's why I told you not to read this one; I knew you wouldn't like the idea of me fighting fires.