On Saturday Bill came over and we started driving down to DC to attend Tim's annual Oyster Fest. We stopped at the battlegrounds in Manassas to snap a few photos, the light on the wooden fences was spectacular, heightening the texture and patterns of the cedar.
The new Wharf is being built slowly by the marina and the yellow theme worked well on this sunny day. Usually I freeze at Tim's oyster events as they're always in winter time and always on a cold, dull, blustery day, but with this beautiful sunshine and blue skies we found ourselves shedding our jackets as soon as we got to the party platform.
We had a wonderful crowd here, and when chatting with one of Tim's friends, I learned of his favorite aspects of these casual events at the marina. He lives in the suburbs with his wife and hates corporate functions or most functions held in DC since he found they were mainly used by people as networking opportunities. He was always asked what his job was and yet here, he observed very happily, that nobody had inquired at all, only asking his name and if he lived locally. He was right, I hadn't been asked what my job was today either by any new faces. Everyone was getting on splendidly, we were having a lot of fun.