This was my entry:
First and foremost I make sure to not misspell Buffett! <---many entries had one T
After that I strap the 4 foot shark fin to the top of the truck and fill the bed with the party supplies. My wife grabs the 15-seater van and picks up the 12 family members (ages 21 to 72) and their gear and meets me near the pavilion. We meet another 8 or so friends (and many more new ones) in the parking lot. We set up the grill, 3 tents, 4 tables, umteen chairs, coolers full of Landshark Lager, uncork a few bottles of wine and start cooking: cheeseburgers, chicken, brats, shrimp trays, salads, beans, 7-layer dips, salsa, guacamole, chips, veggies, desserts and a pepper shaker (couldn’t find it’s mate). While the sauce-boss is cooking for his supper the old and new friends are in a heated battle on the cornhole boards. All the while the rhythmic sounds of the tropics are playing on the stereo. As if drawn by some unseen force everything is packed away by 7:00 and the gravitational pull of the lawn guides us to the gates and the reason we came: a night of escape and comraderie with a few thousand new friends. There is no other experience like it.
