a few weeks ago before school started and my commute became clogged with children carrying backpacks 4 times their size, koogs and hulk asked a few of us to come with them to the beach. because we are nice and didn't want them to feel like losers we said yes.
us on the beach looked like this:
notice how koogs' sandwich is practically in her lap but her mouth is already open? someone's hungry. . .
hulk sleepy. hulk used as base for japanese rock garden.
after napping and sunning with the appropriate spf 50 sunblock we headed back to the house for some gin & tonics and steak. . .but somehow in between the g&t and the red meat a dance party happened and we got to bizzzzness.
serious, serious bidness.
somewhere along the way miss n. became unhinged:
running man? roger rabbit?:
i threw in a few hip-hop yoga moves:
koogs got a little dirrrrrty:
but the real winner here is miss n. whose dress broke during the performance but she kept dancing anyway:
here's what was happening in the other room while miss n. was giving j.lo a run for her hard earned money:
don't worry -- we all came together in the end for the ceo's performance of the fresh prince of bel-air:
she's so hardcore. . .
as is this outfit:
oh, and the beach was awesome. i can't wait to see it again. . .next year.