Pre Labor Day 2006

Orienta and Forky invited Shannon and I (amongst others) up to a Pre Labor Day BBQ at their pad in P-town. We loaded up the cooler and drove Maggie's car (fresh out the shop after months of immobility) to the scene of the crime to make the party happen.

Orienta revels in some slimy attention from her man-pal Forky.

Nothing beats a back porch grill off.

This must have been another "bomb track".

My guess is that this hunk of mystery food is probably not vegetarian.

You'd be bummed out too if you got up for second and return to find your buddy was smoking not only his own tobacco filled pastry, but yours too.

Maggie, her dad, and I enjoy our dinner. You don't know real pleasure until you've bitten into a cheddar brat and it squirts the molten cheddar juice into your mouth. Sometimes you have to pay to play.

The morning after, Maggie takes a mock swig of the leftover booze.