My buddy Jonah's grandparents throw the best pool parties. They sure do put the P in party. There was a bouncy house with a water slide in it. A tattoo artist. A balloon maker. A trampoline. A slip n slide. Food up the wazoooooo. And a woman who kept passing out ice cream sandwiches and cookies. I did my best to exhibit terrific manners as I don't want to get kicked off any future guest lists. I'm hoping for an invite to the beach house on the cliffs somewhere down the coast from Santa Cruz. As you can see from these photos, Scarlett is the one running me down. She's sure changed her tune. She runs after me screaming my name these days. Ahhhhh, to be me!