That afternoon, Nick's cousin Quinn, Pat, and a bunch of other guys went to the basketball court to play some ball before the evening festivities. The highlight of the day (besides going 6-2 in 5v5) was the most epic almost-alley-oop ever from myself to a Pat flying down the paint from the free throw line. So close. Sooo close. After showering, we held off our appetites for the Manland festivities. Essentially around 80 of Nick's family and friends all come to his great Uncle Buzzy's famed Manland, a converted-garage old-guy-with-some-dough creation. It's actually quite modest. Just a small bar and stuff. But it's decked out with some sweet stuff. Couldn't name it all, but there is a "Mancipation Proclamation" and a shot-ski. Anywho, there was a ton of food and drink, and it was a great time over at Uncle Buzzy's just chilling with friends and enjoying a perfect summer evening after a hard morning of athletic achievement. After food, Nick and company meandered on back to his house for the remaining of the night. Highlights include playing Settlers of Catan, a few folks singing classic and new-classic songs outside with the wonderful talent, Quinn's sister, and on the whole enjoying my birthday immensely.
Before swim (I'm in the white shorts, Pat's in the black)
After the swim. On to the bike.