PARTY POOPER

Within minutes, at least 40 young men had crowded around in a ring perhaps ten feet wide, watching as one of the Alaskan guys straddled the sculpture's belly, caressing the sand-Gina's breasts as if they were real. Gina looked up at him and smiled, shifting her weight slightly so she could have a better view. As more people had stopped to watch, the scene had grown quieter and quieter, unnervingly so.

Finally, a large male friend of Gina pushed a few onlookers aside and plucked her away. The crowd broke up with disgruntled mutterings about how things were "just getting good."

Gina and friends wander off into the late afternoon. Night--and more drinking and screaming and fighting and loud music from the houseboats--follows. Party Smart shuttles ferry toasted masses of students from the bars in town to the beach. Things finally quiet down at about 4:30 a.m.

The next morning, the beach is quiet and filthy.