GREUNE, TX – Food, fun, food, flirting, food, friends (great ones), and food.  That had to describe yesterday’s installment of the Bacchanal on the Comal.
Oh, and did I mention that there was food?
About 15 or 16 of us gathered at the Comal River yesterday to do some major “toobin'”. (For the Uninitiated™, “toobin'” means to float down a river in an oversized inner tube (I figure you guys knew this already, but what the Hell™ – it’s my blog; humor me. (grin)).
One of the things I kept noticing about the Comal River is how abso-friggin’-lutely clean  it is.  The only debris you find there is various items of flora & fauna which have broken away from their moorings.
It made for an absolutely wonderful  experience – the obligatory sunburns we all contracted notwithstanding, of course.  Ow.
Back at the house, we were treated to a king’s repast, courtesy of the SpatulaGoddess (with a slight assist from yours truly and my renowned Blogosphere-famous Train Wreck Stew™).  Beef ribs, pork ribs (with some of the bestestestest-tasting barbecue sauce around which one could ever wrap his/her taste buds), Hooters-style chicken strips, ‘tater salad, ‘roni salad, jambalaya provided by Eric the Mad Monk all left us with just about zero room for dessert.
And, Great Honkin’ Cthulu™, what desserts.  Kahlua™ Chess Pie and Splenda™ Lemon Merengue Pie provided by the lovely and gracious Denita, and Orange Dreamsicle™ cake provided by the SpatulaGoddess left us all feeling like beached whales.
Oh, and I would be remiss in neglecting to mention the fine array of adult beverages we had at our disposal (His Rudeness™ even treated himself to a jello shot and a couple beers), plus some fine cigar-age for those who were so inclined.
You guys can have your Georgia Writer’s Workshops.  We’ll take our Food, Fun & Frivolity™ here in Texas. (grin)
Next up:  We’re going to an outside shooting range today to get off a little target practice.
Oh, but liberals, don’t you fret.  We’ll have you in the forefront of our minds all the while, ayup…
Now:  Denizens, I want you all here in force tomorrow morning around seven-thirty or eight-ish.  Bring your friends, too.  I’ve prepared a small rant on the eminent domain flap of last week, and you’re going to want to read it.