When the sun shines on Martinfest, everybody has a really good time.
The gathering of great friends put together so wonderfully by the Martin family took over the corner parking lot for another fantastic Saturday. We marked the almost-passing of February in fine style for, maybe, a decade straight now.
I could go back and count how many years I’ve started the proceedings with a breakfast sandwich cooked on the grill by cousin Jason paired with a beer. (Kona, this time, again.)
Don’t feel like it.
Too much grooving to the tunes provided by this year’s new addition. A DJ!
He kept the parking lot dance floor moving until he handed out karaoke mikes. Wow. No, I didn’t.
I did get into a game of cornhole, though, on a winning team, even. On my second game ever, I found the bottom of the hole with my beanbag more than once. My dear wife Karen threw some practice shots with me, and agrees that a set would be a good addition to our backyard.
Our host Michelle had a blast making her usual rounds. Second from the right above, she makes sure everybody feels connected.
Even four-legged friends are welcome.
Our winter was made again. Thank you, Martinfest!