so the world didn't end, but if it did, i would've gone down happy.
the whole crew (nearly everyone i know on the island) went to an epic bonfire party on a secluded north-side beach. and since the word "epic" has become grossly overused and cliche, i don't ever use it lightly... i'm being serous when i say: this party was EPIC.
so epic, that this is the only picture i can show you... haha! and this one isn't even very appropriate, considering there's a guy passed out in the background...
we truly partied as if that night would be our last. no holding back. there was a DJ and a fire dancer and a burning man that sparked and burned at midnight. we all laid under the stars and thanked them for not falling on our heads :)