So we get there and it is windy as fuck. We have 3 matches. Of course the grill won't get lit. So after trying to light the charcoal on fire, then trying to light paper on fire which will then hopefully light the charcoal, we run out of matches. We sit around for an hour and a half trying to find a lighter until Rich's brother finally arrives with one. Hotdogs, fake hotdogs, burgers, chicken, and chicken wings. Good meal.
True Americans
Jam sesh
We end the night with a soccer game then eventually drive home. This is a place that I need to go back to.
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