We went to Chief O'Neil's with the McMahons, the Zipps, the Mercs, Grandma Bonnie and more.
Killer buffet. Ridiculous weather. Lots of wresting. Morning Guinness. Not much to complain about.
Nata liked riding the garden frog. E.B., Tommy Zipp, and Johnny Merc tried to take the Dads out with sneak attacks. Mike and I got the best of E.B. at least once. (The crouch technique was key.)
Later at dinner at Crust, E.B. bummed some beads off a very over served young lady. Smooove.
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