I'm sure that after the display of bashing about in the kitchen....there is a new meaning for fish and chips...probably chips of dishes, bowls and plates. We had a tremendous view of the action from our seats...and who said they were the cheap(chip) seats. Well at least the spinach salad was edible....wow....I have to go now....really I have to go. I know Tami did this on purpose....damn her eyes!
Jeri...help...there's a fire down below.
Good sing, lots of fun and a little plastic man stuck in my bag.....hhhmmmm....evil is what evil does...beware the plastic fiddler with rosin on his bow.
You're the best.
See you all Saturday and Sunday.
Doryman and his mate.