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oh, sweet misery of life at last I've found thee. And her name is 6:30 in the morning. And her consort is Old Smuggler, a whiskey of "a certain age."
With a hook full of Chef Sefton's eggs, bacon, and beignets, and fortified with the traditional TW launching toast, we greeted a rainey day with the reckless abandon that can only be reached with reckless abandon.
Who's the happiest little sailor in all of Puppetland? |
Chris T., AKA "Lord of the Dance," stops his endless Celtic clogging and communes with bacon, the Cathy Lee Gifford of breakfast foods. |
Sefton. The man. The myth. The hero. |
Note the careful attention to limbering and stretching. These TW Socialathatetes cafefully prepare for the day's challenges. Remember, it's all in the pacing |
Perhaps one of the most feared of the TW challengers, Lessley hits her stride at least a length ahead in the race for beignets. Those eyes radiate nothing less than a total hunger for breakfast. |
And then, it's on to the Horseshoe Crab bar for bloodies, and fortification against a day of rain.
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