Colin, Kassia, and a couple of other people rented vans with bunks and are camped out in parking spots by the beach, right? So. Here's the story I got from Robin tonight over dinner...all of this is heresay, but I'm going with it.

Allegedly, at about 5am this morning Colin woke up and really had to pee. He's running, running, to the bathroom down the block. And man, was it raining this morning. That's important. We're setting the stage. Ok. Everything works out fine, Colin, gets to the bathroom, does his thing, and he's booking it back to sleep in the van when tragedy strikes. He slips and falls in dog shit. Slip, sliiiiiides in the shit, because everything is wet, and falls on his slide. Doo doo all over the place. Doo doo all over his arm, shirt, leg. He gets up and tries to figure out what's going on and slips and falls in it AGAIN. That is not the best way to start your day. Colin lived. And here's Kassia and gang being cute. Everyone's happy.