After youth group last night, Colby invited some of us boys to stop by after he put the girls to sleep. After some political mumbo-jumbo and a short discussion about black T-shirts, the subject of steak arose. One thing led to another and Fauquier's Finest Filet Mignon steak was slapped on the grill (after a little seperation problem) and a game of hearts had begun.
Now hearts is a unique game. It is a game of strategy and intelligence, two things that I lack. Long, Long story (night) short, Colby won the game. But really we all won because of the near perfect steak enjoied in the company of such honorable men.
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