Right now, we are in St.  Marten, a french island. So, we have good bread and, hallalulia, internet. Also, we have friends with kids. One night, we went with our friends to the weekly Tuesday night thingamajig. We went to cafe Palmos for dinner, had a paper airplane contest, did a lot of acrobatics, and eventually ended up spying on our parents. After we were captured, we headed back down the road to get to their rental car. When we were about half way there, we started hearing the hooters and honkers as I call them. So, here come these women, with not much more then colorful bras and underwear on, parading down the street and shaking their butts. When we finaly got to the car, it was pouring. So we used the old pile in method from the old days.