This year the folks at the office decided to put a different spin on the annual beach party—they came up with a Luau. Which is Hawaiian for eat a lot, get sunburn, play silly games on the beach, and by nightfall, eat again.
It was fun day though, me and my getting to be 5 months belly had a nice time wading along the shore, even taking part in one of those sophomoric games. Ah well. Have bandanna, will unravel. Hehe.
We had a small island all to ourselves.
And we were pretty noisy. Our poor Caucasian bosses were all red from the heat. And they didn’t even swim! Sigh. All summer days should be like this. Fancy a gumamela, anyone?