The party was off to a roaring start when we unfortunately had to leave. The band was cranking--I think the whole neighborhood got a concert for free! Blake laid on Lord knows how many pounds of mudbugs, the most tender brisket you can imagine, sausage, corn, potatoes, etc. etc., not to mention a wide assortment of beer, margaritas, soda--and water for those of us driving home.
He and Ryan also printed up an "event" t-shirt, which those of you not attending ought to consider purchasing.
We had six beautiful Cobras and my '40--not a bad little collection. And Ken, keep those thoughts of theft in your head--your ERA is a stunner.
Blake, thanks to you, your wife, and the band--you know how to lay on a mean party. I was bummed to have to leave, until Sunday morning when I woke without a hangover.
Bob