Good times (now with some pics)

Ahhh, Tinian.  We met before, but I think you went by a different name (Was it “Vegas”?).  An amazing surreal weekend on so many levels.  A quick rundown of the weekend’s events:  Driving mopeds on the runways that the Enola Gay and Box Car took off from to drop atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki (The busiest airport in the world in late 1944/1945, but now completely desolate – we were the only ones there at noon on a gorgeous Saturday)

 (this is the actual runway...)

playing no-holds barred pool basketball as the only other resort patrons (a couple of middle-aged Chinese couples) looked on quizzically, watched Tiberius (one of our good friends here) get epically soaked and “iced” (think Smirnoff) while wearing red shorts that would only meet dress code in Eastern Europe

ate pizza and drank Mai Tais while a Christening took place right outside (complete with luau-style roasted pigs and the one year old guest of honor in a tuxedo), set up a five dollar a hand six man blackjack table at 8pm on Saturday night (then watched our dealer promptly reverse our good fortune about an hour later by pulling 4 blackjacks out of 6 hands), and generally wreaked havoc on both our morals and bodies for a 24 hour stretch that could only happen one place..part Vegas, part Survivor, part Sandals…100% good times…I miss you already Tinian.