We love Saturdays
It’s 5:30 a.m…and it’s Saturday. But this Saturday is different. It’s in October. You’ve been up since 5 getting ready. Dumping ice and brew into the Yeti. It’s one of the many things on your favorite to do list for your favorite day.
Grab the chairs. Check. Notice your hot wife in the sundress. Check. Slip on those audaciously colored pants you never wear any other day. Check. Who has the satellite dish? Did someone rope off the spot? Convoy leaves at 6. Time to hit the road. Dreaming of bloodies for breakfast and ribs for the Egg.
Is this about us? Or is this about you?
It’s Southern Saturdays. And it’s established in tradition.