8PM
It is an awesome place for a party . Bringing along the tarpaulins and chemical glove-warmers was my idea . Jolu figured out where to get the beer -- his older brother , Javier , had a buddy who actually operated a whole underage drinking service : pay him enough and he 'd back up to your secluded party spot with ice-chests and as many brews as you wanted . I blew a bunch of my indienet programming money , and the guy showed up right on time : 8PM , a good hour after sunset , and lugged the six foam ice-chests out of his pickup truck and down into the ruins of the baths . He even brought a spare chest for the empties . `` You kids play safe now , '' he said , tipping his cowboy hat . He was a fat Samoan guy with a huge smile , and a scary tank-top that you could see his armpit - and belly - and shoulder-hair escaping from .