I just completed the long drive home from the Outer Banks, and I can testify that OBFT XXXII did indeed occur . . . in a newly renovated Martha Wood cottage (at least the outside) and beers were drank-- though not as many as usual, at one point the bartender at Tortuga's shamed us into ordering another round . . . and I also took some flak for ordering coffee-- after I tried to order an espresso martini but was denied-- and plenty of seafood and pizza was eaten, music was played, Whit and I finished a pertinent song-- which his wife claimed was vain (I'll post it and you can decide) and we played cornhole and swam (avoiding seaweed and jellyfish at first, then the water improved) and in general, a good time was had by all and now it's time to dry out . . . thanks Whit, for another great weekend at the beach!
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