Best Dogfest Ever

We stopped in at the klubhaus to check on the status of the jerseys. They have been raised. Our table has been peed on. It's a beautiful sight.



We arrived at Juan Eppstein's to find him frying up chips in the disco.



That went over well. So well, in fact, that most elected to fry their dogs instead of roast them. That seemed a better idea last night than it did this morning. Either way, it was decided that the disco is going to Ingolf.

The combination of Phils Pils, the usual stimulating confabulation, and the sweet weather made the time fly. All of a sudden it was almost 2am and time to hit the road. But not before we thoroughly analyzed the current commissaire crisis, sketched an outline of an off-the-grid stage race that will take place next summer, and talked about the Spring Ride and how awesome it will be. Good times.