Forget fighting the inshore crowds for a few weak-fighting specks. Point your bow to the near-shore rigs, and you’ll be eating like a king.
We arrived at Doc’s French Quarter bungalow elegantly early only to find the place already packed.
“Geezum,” snorted Pelayo at Fontaine. “I thought you said it was an exclusive affair this year?”
“This isn’t the half of it,” replied Doc. “Heck, half the guests already went down the street to Nick Scramuzza’s place. ‘Middle-Aged Housewives Gone Wild’ they’re calling the show down there. We’ll probably see all our friends’ wives on YouTube soon.”
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