It's that time of year


as I go outside to check on the BBQ, that I hear the  music from the clubhouse, 250 yds away, and realize there's a party, with live music, and probably cocktails and food.
IF I was that kinda guy, I could walk into the party, act like I'm invited, and have a drink or two.
Not that I've ever done it.... but I might..... again.
Sometimes I might even know someone.....

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