Apparently, in order to get concrete delivered on a Saturday, you need to call the day before - something which they neglected to tell Kevin when he had called and inquired a while back. No concrete, no pouring, but lots of drinking, eating and all around good times.
First I would like to mention, that the BLT Pasta Salad was a big hit. People actually took seconds and thirds, so the next BBQ I am invited to, I know what I am bringing. Secondly, Barefoot is seriously the best cheap wine ever manufactured. I would like to meet the owner of that company one day, shake their hand and say, "Thanks to people like you, I took a ride in the cart on the back of my fiance's tractor, while wearing a blue hard hat strategically dipped below one eye." (Bonus points if you can tell me what song that is from!) I also might add that the "Not-Concrete Pour Party" lasted from 11 am until 12:30 am, ending with some choice karaoke up the street. There we saw a man in his seventies wearing little white shoes getting down with his bad self at almost every song. Kevin hopes to be like him one day.
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