What a great get-together! All of Larry's family was able to come, except for Larry unfortunately... Candi and her family (Jason, Cody, Cayla, and Justin), Jason, Jessica & Peanut, and of course, Marsha and Wayne. Deb and I were able to get Dad there. Martelle stayed home to care for da babies. Jason already had Eric there, as they were out on the road.
Certain things from this trip will be etched in my memories for many years to come. There is the "beer butt" grilled chicken, which was actually excellent. Then, there was the Cow Invasion... and "I come in peace." Anyway, some memories from Opp, Alabama.
Deb and I got ourselves and Papa over to Opp on Saturday afternoon. Candi, Jessica and the Jasons had all of the kids (Cody, Cayla, Justin, and Eric) down at the beach. By the time we got there, Jason and Jessica were already on their way back and met us within a couple of minutes of the time we pulled up. Soon, Candi and Jason showed up with the kids and Wayne, and somewhere in the middle of all the confusion, Marsha came in. So, here's some pics of everyone pulling up and the subsequent lounging around. Also included in this set are some pics of the shrimp peel. Unfortunately, the only one missing was Larry...
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Getting to the pond, everyone was pretty anxious to get started. Well, we weren't long for fishin' when the alien invaders wandered in from the pasture. What were their intentions? Did the cows want to fish with us? Did they want our women and children? Did they want to recommend Chic Filet for dinner? We weren't sure. Luckily, our emissary was on top of the situation. Slowly, cautiously, Cody approached the cows... "I come in peace" he told them! Eventually, the cows headed on back up into the pasture.
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The first couple of pics are actually in Orange Park, FL, as Jason and Eric were loading up to go out on the road. But, the rest are in Opp at the truck wash. I'm not even sure about the story that got that ball rolling. If anyone knows, let me know and I'll post it here.
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spt-spt, spt, spt, spt, squeaka-squeaka-squeaka, spt, spt, spt, spt-spt
My name is Jason and I'm a grill master. Beer up a chicken's butt ain't no disaster.
When I tell ya it's time, don't be late. Kabobs and fixin's is on da plate.
I know ya can see my three grilled guests. Lite beer and some heat makes dis chicken da best.
So, don't be-a doubtin' my ability to cook. Dis my grillin' and I'll give ya da look!
spt-spt, spt, spt, spt, squeaka-squeaka-squeaka, spt, spt, spt, spt-spt
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