Posted by Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant @ 10:03
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.