It’s official. When you turn 50, you’re old. No escaping it. You can rationalize it any way you like, but you can’t escape it. Laura even ran out of candles, so we settled on a single one as a symbol.
Great party though. First beach fire of the year for me.
We weren’t the only ones, either. These folks are some random revellers from just down the beach. No idea who they are, but they get their pics up on Bush Pilot.
Just about last man standing…..Mitch heads off to bed at around 4:30 am.
Oh yeah, feeling every minute of those 50 years, aintcha Mitch?
