The Surfcomber is owned by a gracious gentleman named George who had the vision to buy the dilapidated ruin nine years ago and turn it into a first class, gay-friendly hotel. Every year he hosts the opening pool party for the Winter Party. You couldn't ask for more lovely accommodations on South Beach, and I gave into the reckonings of both my housemates and Carl from The Wire to end my self-emposed solitude and come to the the party. It was gorgeous and reminded me of everything that surrounds me which is gorgeous, too.

It was a record-breading 90 degees and everyone simply wanted to take off their clothes. Just what do you do with it all.....

Against the backdrop of the great Atlantic Ocean thousands of gay men and women gathered to dance under the brilliant sun and celebrate.....well, themselves.

Winter party is excessive, but that's what Carl Fisher always wanted. this was never meant to to be June Cleaver hide-a-way unless she was getting down with Gidget.

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch....A great entertainer needs to have a back rub every now and then. Tiffany's back is rather expansive and usually needs a chain gang to work it. She likes that.

In the end, it all comes down to us being happy with each other. Riley got lifted into the air again, Wonder Woman made a spectacular apprearance, first running over the dunes, jumping the sea-wall and then into the flashy convertible of an unsuspecting, but enjoying, tourist. For the second day, I excused myself early; the stress of February on my body and mind is still very much there, but it was so nice to see everyone having so much fun.