<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Clmax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/clmax/</link><description>Recent content in Clmax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/clmax/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Day on the Lake</title><link>/stories/2013/02/26/a-day-on-the-lake/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/26/a-day-on-the-lake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hot sun. Bikinis. Wakeboards, laughter, music and beer. Its hard to beat a day on the lake! My wife and I were having a normal weekend day on the lake: wake up late, eat a leisurely breakfast, throw on some sunscreen, jump in the boat and go. We took a mid-afternoon siesta to get ready for the evening. Then a friend called and said, &amp;ldquo;Come over for some cocktails and dinner, we are having a spontaneous party&amp;rdquo;!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>