On Saturday night on Miami’s South Beach, it was surfing — and partying — as usual, even as wet winds began lashing the Atlantic into a seething froth.
Shouts of “F— you, Irma!” rose from a group of some 20 surfers as they drank beer, white wine and champagne on the beach.
“Block party, baby!” artist Jonah Cerwimske, announced.
“South Beach, friends and family,” said Annie Tworog, 38. “We are related by the water — that sounds so cheesy. But we’re all surfers, and our good friend died a year ago today so we’re celebrating him.”
“We will be partying all night long,” promised Megan Turnbow, 31, who’d come to the beach with a backpack jammed full of liquor.