When barbecue-chicken sandwiches, teriyaki burgers, and a bunch of beef tacos washed up on Margarita Beach, the clouds began hurling large beerdrops earthward and the breeze blew away the sand to reveal a dance floor. Soon, DJs and bartenders flocked to the site, bringing with them stories of ‘80s-themed parties, beer pong, more beer pong, and Fist-Pumpin’ Fridays that quickly attracted crowds of people hungry for food and entertainment. TVs eventually got wind of all the excitement. So, they packed their vacuum tubes and flew in with visions of UFC fights and college sports. To this day, partiers still take in the open air on a patio that a nameless sailor left behind, feeling the delicious weight of turkey hoagies in their hands, thanking heaven for quesadillas, buying cocktails for pictures of bikini-clad models, and then watching the stars sputter out when Margarita Beach’s clock strikes 2 a.m.