We had not been up to much really during the nights. We would often just throw on the ipod and have some sounds blaring from the awesome computer speakers we had nabbed. But tonight there was a party going down on beach and we were invited
We rocked up with a couple of bottles of wine and some fizzle to mix through it. We'd polished one back before we left and were feeling just nice on arrival. There were an English couple (20's) and some kids and a few adults hanging out and so we settled down for a bit of a picnic.
I'd had my fill and had decided no more alcohol was needed for me as the beach was good enough as it was. It was also funny to watch Sam get drunk and hit on this absolute Milf hanging out with us whose husband turned out to be sitting behind us the whole time!
The night passed as nights tend to do. A lot of drums were played. So much so by Sam that he awoke the next morning to find he had managed to cut his finger on his ring by thumping it so often.
Mmmm, bit of a kick around with a rugby ball. First in a while. And I am still no good, hahah.
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