PWB7
AKA PWB at Steve's
If you're still reading this, it's only fair to inform you that Chris just stole a little piece of your soul.
So, PWB7. I'd say attendance was down a bit. A big evil red blob on the radar didn't do us any favors...
But it ended up splitting up and going around us. Not camping and cleaning up in the rain is ok with me. Other than that it was business as usual. Meat was charred to a pleasing temperature and consumed. Alcohol was consumed. Banjo players were serviced (and for all I know also consumed). Yes, business as usual.
We were at a new location this year. We even had regular porta-potties. That said, I did hear some chicks missed the luxury of the throne. But hey, you can't please everyone. We also had a band in. Larry and His Flask played for us. To say the least, they're entertaining. Anyone who left early missed out big time. These guys are interesting. They are actually able to convert whiskey into pure energy.
As always, it was a great time. And as always, pictures say more than my keyboard slappery ever can. And video is just a bunch of pictures moving real fast, so that's got to be good, too.
PWB couldn't happen without the help of a whole lot of people. You know who you are, and I thank you all. Special thanks goes out to the Schmidt family for having us out.
Also, congrats to Nick and Angie on getting engaged. And congrats to Stacy for kicking cancer's ass and coming out to party with us!
Here are a few more videos of LAHF doing what they do.
Good times. Until next time... take that next shot. It's gonna be good.