Hootenanny Logistics & Sides

After the ride we'll have a hootenanny at my house. A hootenanny in this instance means that I will provide burgers and salmon (or whatever strikes my fancy at Costco the day before) and you bring something else, where "something else" can be a side or dessert or whatnot. I'll have a fair amount of soda and beer, and if you drink a lot of either and/or have a favored brand, you're very welcome to bring more.

Rather than me try to coordinate sides, just comment to this post, saying what you'll bring. That way later commenters can avoid an excess of bean dip or pecan pie or whatever. Thanks.

P.S. I have a great hootenanny joke, which most of you have heard, but if not…

So this stockbroker from New York City strikes it rich, retires, moves out to Montana and buys a ranch. His first day, as he’s unpacking, he hears a knock at the door, and opens it to see a grizzled old rancher standing at his doorstep.

Rancher: Howdy neighbor!

Stockbroker: Neighbor?

Rancher: Yeah, I live in the ranch 20 miles down the road, and here in these parts, that’s neighbors! Anyway, I just stopped by to welcome you to the neighborhood and invite you to a hootenanny I’m havin’ Saturday night.

Stockbroker: A hootenanny? What in the heck’s a hootenanny?

Rancher: Aw, a hootenanny is a great ol’ time! That’s when we get together, do a little eatin’, a little drinkin’ and a little dancin’. Later on we do a little more drinkin’, a little more dancin’, maybe some fightin’ and… (with a conspiratorial wink) maybe even a little f*ckin’!

Stockbroker: Wow, that sounds like a great time! Count me in!

Rancher: OK then, see you Saturday night!
The rancher turns and starts to walk away, when the stockbroker thinks of another question.

Stockbroker: Hey, uh, by the way, who all’s going to be there?

Rancher: Oh, just you and me…