petite folie

Last night, Jesse and crew pumped up a bon fire at Magic Island. A police officer arrived at about 8:30 to remind us that the park closed at 10 pm, so our fun there only lasted that long.

Via the beach, Bryanna and I spotted a window (in a nearby house) with a strobe light flashing. We determined that it was a bedroom of a young couple up for a little passion...

Ted stepped in some dog poop early on in the night, so we had to drop him off... And all of our other planned fun was spoiled, so that wrapped up the evening.