You know the theme is "white trash" when chicken is being fried in the driveway for hours at a time.

And, after sitting in the cooler with a frozen bottle of Stoyli' for a few hours, there was some slices of the melon that had a kick.

The weather was sublime, we couldn't have asked for a nicer day. Almost everybody took a swim.

After cleanup later that evening, Luigi has a respite in the twilight.

My swimming partner isn't much of a talker, but she sure is enthusiastic.

Didn't get the job that I interviewed for on Monday; which is better than getting it and being the wrong thing for either party. That much is sure.
Time for plan B. I am now going to sell everything I own on ebay.