A couple of more days of general hanging out at Hungington left us stoked and relaxed, but ready for a little more nightlife than we had been experiencing. We wanted something you don't find everyday in Colorado and we found it at Damian Sander's rubber party in Long Beach. The scene was an upsairs / downstairs kind of thing with two different sets of beats, dancefloors, etc. It was rad wandering around and listening to the tunes being mixed up (didn't get the D.J.'s name) and checking out the women. There were beatiful women of all shapes and sizes sporting crazy spandex gettups. We helped to shut the place down and were generally pretty entertained. Some late night carnitas and fish tacos topped the night off for me, although Barb and Doug opted for Jack in the Box. Sunday, last try at surfing. The extra grey overcast and mediocre waves matched our hangovers as we paddled out in the morning. Five days of floundering had left my arms sore and my will to paddle weak. About forty five minutes later I bagged it and chilled out for my last luxurious hours on the patio, damn these guys have a rad life.