It was all Mrs. Marcos’ fault that we ended up there. Ask Sank about the high quality food he got for his money. I’m sure he’ll love to tell you how much a dozen nachos cost. After that, ask Mrs. Marcos about the Chili’s staff’s screw up right after we sat down. I’m surprised she didn’t fucking choke the waitress.
After that, check out the fucking bad ass name cards that Mr. and Mrs. Whit brought along for our general amusement. I’m still waiting for Elizabeth Kautz’ personal invitation for a Burnsville PAC Lazy Lightning sponsored seat.
Great seeing old friends and meeting some new ones. Now let’s see if we can drag the lurker out of hiding ;-)