Today I went this
afternoon with my hostparents, my hostbrother and his step-brother
to a Beach Party. We were invited to an island north of Miami Beach.
It was a friends birthday party. It found place at the surf club. So
because we thought it would be a beach party we packed our speedo's
and our towels and we headed to Miami. If you want to get onto the
island over the bridge you have to pay toll. I soon saw that this
island was like Weston with the roads and the lights. And there were
nice cars. And I mean really nice cars like Jags, Porsches,
Ferraries and nice Caddies. I was looking forward to the beach. When
we came to the surf club my hostfather had to leave his car so it
was parked by some guy. We quickly noticed that our speedo's were at
the wrong place. When we got to the host of the party I gave her
some German chocolate. Unfortunately it began to rain pretty
heavily. There were nice tables with nice chairs all in red and
white. We guys we first challenged the nice buffet. We got hotdogs
and burgers and other stuff. The people looked more like on a golf
club party than a beach party. Pretty fancy stuff what the girls and
women wore. And we in the middle with our beach stuff. But we boys
we decided to put on our swim trunks and we went on to the beach. It
was raining cats and dogs when we were throwing the football around
at the beach. We were the only folks. But we had fun running into
the sea and running around. When we had to leave we showered and put
normal things on. We had a great time but now we know what
somebody means when he invites you to a Miami beach party. Leave
your speedo's at home and put on your posh stuff.
