We didn't have Thanksgiving at Paul and Sean's this year, instead we all rented a house at Seabrook. In attendance there was Paul and Sean, Jimmie and Adam, Jeff, and the three of us. Since our last visit Seabrook has grown a bit, there are a few more houses, a couple more businesses, and a community pool. For those of you keeping count, this is Thanksgiving number four with this core group and even though the Mexican theme was abandoned, the meal did not disappoint. Don't know what else to say really, good time all around.
Don't know what Adam was planning with the bat, but it couldn't be good.
Paul, fighting the good fight in the kitchen. I should also point out that Mo'vember has really become a lifestyle decision for Paul. He's really rocking a Flanders grade 'stache these days.
I'm not really sure how a ghost bike is supposed to help promote the dog store, but whatever.
Look who we found on the beach, Sean and Jeff. No, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, Sean's wearing pants that extend not only past his knees, but all the way to his ankles. Craziness.
