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The Scene
Mr. Diabolina loves volleyball.




I love costumes.






And we both have been known to appreciate a scantily clad body or two...





So the Manhattan Beach "Six Man" volleyball tournament has turned into a "must" the past few summers. If you've never been to Six Man, picture Mardi Gras...on the beach.





I guess TECHNICALLY teams of six compete in an amateur volleyball tournament.





But mostly its an excuse for masses of hotties to imbibe and dress in ridiculous outfits. My kinda scene.


Oh and sometimes there are bag pipes strolling through the debauchery.





And sharks in sunglasses.


And boys in old bitty drag. LOVE LOVE LOVE the randomness of it all. Very Lynchian. Anything goes and no one bats an eye.




Ugh that means there are also loads of guys with fancy zoom lens cameras.


It really is a perv's dream come true.




For the past few years, MChu and Fancypants have competed with college teammates so we come and cheer them on.

This year Fancypants' team were jaunty gondoliers and MChu's were salty sailors. Very similar costumes.
JINX!




Mr. Roboto - ever the supportive fiancee - dressed the gondoleir part. This is how he signaled us over upon our arrival. Very John Cusack meets Italian stallion.

He also managed to carry this makeshift gondola from court to court. Amazing feat after strong strong cocktails in the hot hot sun.





Lauragami was also on hand playing on MChu's team. Ugh, she is a six foot tall goddess amongst mere mortals.

Briefly ran into Styleminded with her girlies too. We missed each other at last year's event. It can be quite the zoo.




Fun fun day at the beach. Had half a dozen invites to keep the party train going in the evening but drinking in the sun tuckers us out like nothing else.


These old drunken sailors were in bed by 10 p.m.




The Outfit
Forever 21 halter
Gap white skirt

The Accessories
Gucci sunglasses
Forever 21 bangle
Marc by Marc Jacobs tote
J Crew flip flops
Louis Vuitton earrings

The Grade
B+


The Commentary
I can think of two places you shouldn't wear a wig. One is a reception where the President of your university is presenting you with a prestigious award. Two is the beach in the middle of the summer. This naughty wig has violated both those rules.

Look, my hair was a damn mess both mornings and I just couldn't deal. So I clipped in this fall and prayed for the best.


And let me tell you, the wig works like a charm. USC's President Steven Sample and Mr. Roboto were none the wiser. I think the key is acting nonchalant about the fake hair on your noggin. I've noticed it's actually quite the guy magnet. Told Mr. Diabolina I think it reminds men of JLo. Or their favorite exotic dancer. Same difference?


I figured if there was ever a day you could wear a wig to the beach today was it. NO ONE was looking at my head. Everyone was too busy staring at all the tushies everywhere.


Girl tushies and boy tushies.







Fur covered tushies.



And polo player tushies.





And Cleopatra tushies.



And lushness tushies.






Lauragami wins the "hottest tushie I actually knew" award.



Her tan abs weren't half bad either. Ugh. Could she BE any more delish??? I really need her to train my unmotivated, jiggly ass.





My favorite costumes of the day were the hot dog on a stick girls.


Followed by the Care Bears. See their care bear staring stomachs?



And the gold diggers. Love double entendres. They were fierce competitors and had the tiniest, shiniest tushies I saw all day. Excellent combination.


Love that my nautical top and blue/white accessories worked so well with both the gondolier and the sailor theme. And this tote bag always makes me laugh. Love when Marc tells me jokes.