(Without even meaning too, I also fulfilled my goal to dress like a ninja more.)
This was Team Scuba. We were sort of the ragtag bunch of all the other scuba groups. Everyone else had nice tarps laid out to lay their matching scuba gear on top of and all ran into the water in V formation. Our group showed up late every morning and one of the other divers walked by and even told us that it looked like a "diver had exploded" in our area. I felt like we were the underdogs in a Disney movie like Mighty Ducks or Cool Runnings.
In the end, it was fine. No one died. We saw a seal. And certainly no other group took glamour shots quite like ours:
Mark.
Adam.
Me.
Marshall.
Derek.
Uh, Derek? Maybe you can take this whole photo shoot a little more seriously?
Thank you.
Not bad for a group that just survived the 45 degree ocean waters of Monterey.
(many thanks to em, unofficial photographer for the weekend.)
