She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. First of all claiming that she was classy and then claiming to throw a classy party. "Chances are... most people were going to wake up in compromising positions on the beach with sand stuck to their asses," she laughed.

"Hmm," she took a thoughtful drag on her cigarette. "Well... we're going to need booze for sure. And maybe some floatie devices," she grinned. "I have a fuck ton of hammocks at my house," she grinned, getting even more excited.