First time in Verboort

I forgot to take a picture of my lemon meringue pie, dang, next year I guess. The beer garden was down the road from the church compound, at the gun club. The shuttle was the church school bus. The driver worked on her knitting while we loaded and unloaded and told everyone not to throw up during the ride, at 1 in the afternoon. I think she was joking, but I guess things can get rowdy later on in the evening.

The scale of the dinner was like nothing I've ever seen. Our tickets were, as you can see, 1428 and 1429, they were serving 2400 and under by the time we left and just barley warming up. I think they served 7000 last year, all the while wearing cute little dutch bonnets.