A bunch of men descended upon the Buca di Beppo up in Winter Park, and ate. All of things that you'd want from a Bear event were in place: handsome Bears, good food, good wine, and most importantly camaraderie, brotherhood, fellowship, whatever you want to call it. I'm glad I came, now.
Even better was the appearance of a few non-Bears, friends of Dave's, who joined us. Let's just say that somehow I started chatting up a beautiful young woman about her Victoria's Secret purchases, and almost managed to spend my final $100 bill left over from Georgia...
