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THE BRIDE'S BIRTHDAY WAS SATURDAY.
The Bride got lavished with attention, food, goodies, beach fun, and food. There was good company, food, adult beverages and handmade cake after a cast-iron-grilled feast.
Oh, and did I mention food?
I'm talking shrimp in cast-iron, sauteed veggies on cast iron, drumsticks deep-fried in cast-iron, and copious amounts of adult beverages of at least seven different kinds (but not in cast-iron).
The only problem was, the beach soiree saw every member of the party coming down with sun poisoning. We were a wretched band come the next morning. The worst ones were Jailbait and Sarge himself: Jailbait because of her half-Irish fair skin, and Sarge due to his running with Fearghus The Wonder Puppy up and down the beach.
Pics, if I can find them...