The annual wiffleball game, played in the empty lot next door. Me, c2, caleb, and the millses versus will, arod, and the cecils. The douches won.
At the beach on Sunday for some swimming and slow-play bocce ball. Me, cecil, caleb, and arod went back around midnight to catch some early Gustav.
At the Pelican Landing. I don't recommend it, but I still had a good time. It was the culmination of a series of botches perpetrated in the name of longhorn fever. Pure animal hunger eventually took over and we banked into a mosquito-infested fried seafood bath. Took a long time to get drinks. Food was pretty bleh.
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