Boogie Days (and Nights)

So, here's something cool that happened last week.  On Monday night, I came back to the bar after a great dinner with mom and Ron.  There were a dozen or so people at the bar, all carryin on, having a good time.  I had a couple of drinks with them, and it was 4/20, so some of us were doing what people do on 4/20.  We decided that, because there hadn't been waves in a while, we should have a Boogieboard tournament.  The next day.  At noon.  Brilliant.  And because these brilliant late-night ideas frequently get lost in the next morning's hangover, we made and signed a damn legal, enforceable CONTRACT that we would come.  And then we made a contract for a lifeguard (Ozzie), which consisted of a one sentence paragraph, "I got you, bitch," followed by a Ozzie's John Hancock.  We took odds, which were at best incoherent, and called it a night.  

Sure enough, at noon the next day, EVERYONE showed up for a couple of margaritas and out into the water we all went on boogies.  Which was funny.  Because we generally don't boogie.  We even gained some extras, and filled all 16 of Brett's boards.  The judging panel consisted of Millie, a new comer to our community.  It was an absolute blast.  Even Jake got out on a boogie for a bit.  He needs some practice, but he had fun.  

That night, we had the first Boogie Night here at the bar, which consisted of a quick award ceremony, some disco music, and the song "Boogie Nights" on repeat for perhaps an hour or more against heartfelt, sincere, begging opposition from pretty much everyone here, with the possible exception of Brett, who stood guard at the office door to block our poor patrons from changing that blessed song.  And here's why we didn't: Cause Boogie Nights are always the best in town! 

Can't wait for the next dry spell.