They were nice boys, actually, even though I think they were all about 22. And they were very excited about our Now 'n' Laters.
And we got our fair share of the cute young crowd, too.
We had a raging campfire and gave out treats to the kids who made the long walk down our street. Since it looks like we forgot to turn any lights on in our houses, it's no surprise the brave souls who made the long walk were few.
Which means we got the lefties.
And it meant we could carry on in our usual way. We moved inside when it started raining and Tommy and I cut up a mean
kitchen dance floor. I wish I had audio of this, because I don't remember what the number was. We were good, though.
Does it seem like all my posts are about drinking and dancing? Well they're not. Sometimes they're about donuts.
We kept an eye on the World Series game by computer and radio, because we are just that high-tech.
When it stopped raining we headed back out, but all our neighbors had gone in. And it was only 1:30! And we gained an hour! Silly neighbors.
Note to self: get out the tripod, put the camera on it, set the self-timer, and get Mistah Schleckah in an occasional photo. Poor Mistah Schleckah. Always the photographer, never photographed.