I'm pretending the Cowboys won today

It's been a month since I posted anything? Boy I'm slack.

I've settled back into my pre-Feast routine now, unfortunately. I'm already starting to get the fever for next year. I'll post more about the spiritual meat I enjoyed at the Feast, but first I'd like to express a heartfelt thanks to those of you who really helped my and my family enjoy our time in Myrtle Beach. A special thanks to the young couple who allowed the M.R.S. and I to go on a date to celebrate our 9th anniversary. Beef ribs are a wonderful anniversary meal, might I add. Nothing like a loving couple sucking their teeth as they reflect on where they've been and where they're going. Tony Roma's made a killing on beef ribs during the feast. I spoke with one of the managers mid-Feast after they'd run out, and he was perplexed by the sudden surge in beef rib orders. (It was kinda funny. I bet he'll be prepared next year!) We enlightened him about the 1200+ non-baby-back-rib eaters who'd infiltrated his town, and he made sure to increase his order for the remainder of the Feast (they still ran out again on the evening portion of the Last Great Day).

Noah was glad that he got to see his shark-fish. Oh, and we saw a live shark attacking a school of fish one day while we were playing on the beach. And no, Aaron, it was not a porpoise.

And I met the Kerr.