It was at the middle of March, Rosa, the La Posta RV park manager, decided to have her birthday party at the park, so she invited nearly all those that were still there for a little get together. I got lucky and was invited. I went out with Ismeal, her husband, to buy a floral arrangement for the party the morning of the party. Since I’d asked him to drive me to the flower shop a few days before, he knew what I was getting her so he went out early and got her a HUGE arrangement. Bigger then the one I got her. Twice as big. Of course he didn’t say anything about it until we got back to the park. Then he told me mine was so small I should throw it away in the garbage. Harumph. Well, it’s his wife, so I suppose it’s OK. Anyway, they provided liquor, beer, music, and food so it was a great time. We all tried to avoid asking her how old she was, and I was successful, I don’t know her age.
Here’s a shot of where I’m parked now, just behind the party area and pool, nice shade in the afternoon:
The party being set up and all:
Some people start showing up:
Chelsea looks ready to pout:
Chelsea was very sad since she was leaving the next day, she was Rosa’s shadow for weeks, months, and Rosa seemed to love having a temporary daughter helping her around the park since her children are both boys. Well, young men, really. Chelsea helped out so much and was around so much that most of us called her the Assistant Manager. Many of us also thought that she needed a few months hanging around kids her own age. No one at the park near her age at all.
Anyway, as the night wore on everyone danced and carried on, we pounded down the free tequilla and beer, the food was great, and the music flowed…great time.
Ismeal and Rosa:
Still setting up:
Chelsea’s mom and dad, very helpful people, and from Canada even:
One of my friends:
Rosa cuts her cake:
More fun!:
Ismeal hates that brand of tequilla, don’t blame him, it was pretty bad:
Rosa’s son out there dancing. Got drunk enough when we weren’t watching to have to puke in mom’s car on the way home, HA!:
A ‘good night’ dance:
The next morning I grabbed my bike and rode the beach. It’s only a block from here:
An artist getting practice with sand sculpture:
Riding back home, just a block off the golden zone, I noticed this dead rat:
