That kind of night

If you stand on your head, they look great.

We picked up some spare beach balls at a King fundraiser for the Markey Marks last night -- sparse attendance, because the queen candidates were having their own joint event at the Bottlecap and one of the Marks had to give a Conch Train tour, and a bit of a shopworn premise, as the second chicken drop of the season.

Besides that, it was abysmally hot: no air, nothing moving but sweat beads sliding down your ribs. The weather is supposed to break in a day or so, and we can't wait.

But as the crowd left, and they were tossing the balls out of the pool, Robert asked if we might have a few. The single Mark was a little disgusted with them: "The damn Chinese can't even figure which way is up on a beach ball."

The valves on the ball act as weights, so the smileys, which are the Markeys' campaign symbol, were upside-down all night. They do scoot around a pool for very low-key entertainment, though.