Well, just four hours ago, I went to bed -- this is because Carbozo lasted until a record setting 2:30 a.m. We did not have breakfast, who needed it when there was still grapefruit martinis left behind the bar. The mini keg was already tapped, so we had an obligation to help ease the morning clean up process. The evening had a midnight guitar player that sang a song about Chocolate. The big hit of the night on the food line appears to be either the lasagna roll ups or the chicken biscuit casserole. Though nothing seems to be left in mass quantity except crackers. What a blast. Now THIS is what the season is all about. Spending time with great friends, sharing stories and a few drinks. Speaking of drinking, how can I write this without giving a shout out to everyone's favorite weather specialist Sandy Thomson. Not once but twice, the most compassionate group of people who care about our communities weather formed an amazing circle (felt like 'We are the World') to hear Sandy tell us in great detail the past, the present and the future weather. Here is to Sandy (raise a glass I found near my computer desk -- who left this here!) Overall, the house is not in too bad of shape for having about 150 people here for about nine hours. There are only about two hours of unaccountable time in my evening. No, I did not slip into a closet with some hottie, I think I may have been so concerned about our weather that I may have been a bit overzealous playing along! But that was what the night was about. Can you believe we are just 364 days away from Mexi-Carbo! Yes, the celebration of Margarettas! Who wants to practice with me? Snake Bites?
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