The best thing about having a picnic in late September is that the weather is not too hot and not too cold. You can enjoy that hot ass piece of chicken off the grill without profusely sweating onto your plate… and you can drink as much alcohol as you want to without feeling like you are about to pass out from the Sun’s beating rays.
I’ve learned from previous gatherings that there needs to be plenty of change floating around for when it comes time to throw them dice…so I came equipped.
Greg be grillin’ n chillin’…
Spie be drinkin’ n chillin’…
Nate be…babblin’ n… not so much chillin’. But we like him anyway.
Charolette & Lexi be smilin’ n chillin’….except Lexi is a little mad that I made her S’mores look uneatable (my bad).
Somebody’s hands be…actually looks like they are attempting that ol’ cliche warm up bit. It wasn’t even cold out.
It’s Big Cas with his big belly & big hands giving a big speech on most likely something no one cares about.


























