Afterglow 2016 - Day 7 Friday

 

 

By now BK was wearing his sweatpants like an 80's wrestler. I guess that would make his nickname "The Destroyer" fit in with the other wrestlers of that era. Perhaps he was born a decade too late. But could you imagine if BK had another 10 years on this planet to perfect his craft? Things would be way more weird than they already are. Even though this was our last day at Afterglow, you wouldn't have known that by looking at us. There were no tears shed on this day. Every day in paradise is a day worth celebrating. And we celebrated like this was our last day to celebrate.

When everyone awoke from their slumber the Revolution began. Not with a bang or a grand exposition, but with a slow moving wave that would soon consume everything in its' wake. Things tend to sneak up on you if you fail to heed the warnings forecasted by the ancient prophesies. But in the end, what does it all really mean? Buckle up folks! It's going to be one hell of a ride! After all, this was our last day at Afterglow.

Without warning, Jenny Reck jumped into the water (fully clothed) and started swimming out towards the raft. We didn't know what to do except to try and judge her based upon performance, finesse and execution. And while BK and I are not qualified judges in any regulated competition, we still felt the need to weigh in today. I don't mean to prematurely show my hand, but I'm going to give this a 10 out of 10 because I don't think that I could have done any better. A dance party broke out and the sky showed her true colors. This is not what I expected. But I'll allow it.

 

There comes a time when you need to just lay out in the sun and pause the rage for a little bit. In the civilized world this is called a "Nap & Rally". It allows the body to recharge with a bit of rest and some much needed Vitamin D. After this things would get weird.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through this nonsense Stacy sat by our sides... or on the beach. Either way she was close enough to offer support but still far away enough to wash her hands clean should the authorities arrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        

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I guess listening to the Talking Heads makes you do some crazy things. Dancing was to be expected, but no one foresaw that BK would hike his sweatpants way up, pull out the pockets and wet himself. Wait, you guys did see that coming? I'll have to admit that I did too. I've been around BK for all of his life so things like this tend to happen from time to time. We're all just casual observers of his genius though because we probably don't understand what makes this kid tick. And a lifetime of intense character study will most likely turn up zero results. You need to be insane to understand the insane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kevin toweled off after making it into shore, which gives you an opportunity to see this beast in the wild. And also a chance to see that he tans weird. Seriously - what's up with that arm pal?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After our last swim of the year, we went into the HT for the last time as well. Today would be a day of lasts, at least for this year. But that's what happens. The only downside to being up here is that we eventually need to leave and resume our normal lives.