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Well talk about a party blowout! First off, I'd like to thank our neighbors for not calling the cops when the party spilled into the front yard at 11pm, where we proceeded to scream and shout while hitting multiple pinatas. Yes, we had more than one pinata. Secondly, I'd like to thank our neighbors for not calling the cops when we had a full blown (loud) dance party in the pool house (which, interestingly enough, we don't have a pool; we just have a room that resembles a pool house). Tertiary, I'd like to thank everyone for coming, it meant the world to Girlfren' and myself (it also meant the world to some of you too because you didn't ascend to Heaven like you were supposed to on account of the rapture).

If I had to peg one thing that stood out from the party for me, it was the fact that everyone was willing to let go and have a good time; swing for the fences on the pinata, dance like you're alone, and really commit to having fun. I truly think a lot of people are scared of stepping outside their comfort zone so here's my advice to you: When someone asks you to do something that makes you kind of uncomfortable, just do it -- you might find that it was worth while (you also might find that now you're naked in the desert with only your shoes, and your butt hurts...but that's rare...they usually take your shoes too).Ultimately everyone made some new friends, we lost a few friends (seriously we couldn't find a few people who we know came to the party), and fun was had by all.

And if that weren't enough, we had the first swell of the season for wedge and Girlfren' had her bridal shower. As the Never Ending Story narrator would say, "But that, is a different story."


But if you don't want it to be a different story, and you are really into bodysurfing, here is a link to the video somebody shot of a couple few good bodysurfing waves over the weekend. Enjoy, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v
=8dai7p48JqA
Thomas VanMelum

A late Post to Round out the Day...because you're day is SQUARE

 Altruism! It's real...'cause for a long time I thought it was more like Santa Clause, or the Easter Bunny, or wrestling...fake. Sorry if I just burst someones bubble with that whole wrestling is fake bit.

Molly and Greg bought this giant gummy worm for Girlfren' and I as an engagement present. So I did what any self respecting man would do and started eating it bit by bit with my pink flowered shirt on. All was good until my jaw actually started hurting, then I felt sick, I started pooping my pants, and this was all before I had even opened the package. Could have been those burgers I ate earlier.

Long story short, throwing the giant worm at people proved to be a lot more fun than trying to eat the damn thing.

So the Don't Worry Be Happy event went off without a hitch! Pictured here is Mike Radford and his lovely girlfriend/assistant Brittany Hughes. Mike's the official unofficial photographer for us at DWBH and as always he killed it. Here's a link to his blog:

http://michaelradfordphotography.com/

He specializes in making the unsexy look like celebrities. It's why I love him; he makes me feel like a celebrity.


Thomas VanMelum

Rape Whistles meets Booba Foopa hello Spiderfang

Mike is Hip, that's why he eats at this place

"Ratty" Mike Radford heading to the chow down factory after a great sesh at the Boom Boom Room. This breakfast nook sold over 80,000 scones last year. How do I know that? Because they told me about 20 times. It was like talking to a proud parent.

Switching gears (vroooom). Let me be the first to say that the Boom Boom Room can be bodysurfed in the complete dark. I woke up at 3:30 am, got there right before 6:00 am and was doing back flips in the surf no problem in the dark.

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This may have been a great idea if it were within
3 years of the invention of the phone. But now?
Seriously?

If you're wondering why I named this post the way I did, it's because I just discovered that you can add words to urban dictionary. I am hoping they accept Booba Fupa. Don't know what it is? Look it up: Booba fupa.

Over the weekend Girlfrien' and I pushed Lazy Sunday to the MAX (no not the cool hangout spot from Saved by the Bell, we wish). But other than that, we managed to progress Team Blacksheep with the bimonthly car wash get together. I think everyone should get together two Sundays monthly and wash their cars; it would be fun, productive, and would help make it so the terrorists don't win. Can't say no to that right?

Right.