So, the Erie Bloggers got together for our annual picnic today, which ended up kind of merging into the latter half of Tam's daughter's birthday. When I showed up, I was feeling confused about whether just walking up would be intrusive or staying apart would be stand-offish. (Just my own neuroses, Tam's entire family was very gracious, friendly and welcoming.) There were only a few of us bloggers, and we (Kim, ron and myself) sort of exiled ourselves to the adult kiddie table.
At one point, we were joking around about something or other and I said something ending in "Bastards!", which probably wasn't a particularly cool thing so close to a children's birthday party.
Later on, Rachel and Jon showed up, and we tried putting hot dogs on the grill, which was barely warm. One of Tam's relatives was cleaning up and didn't notice that we had just put the hot dogs on with some other food, and proceeded to clean them up. Rachel and I sort of meekly looked at each other.
We then figured that we would work on getting the fire going again, and I went to the car to get the charcoal. (Note: not the self starting kind.) Last year's fiasco was dummy me not bringing matches. This year, it was not having lighter fluid. I am firmly convinced that if I was set free in the wild, I would be dead inside of 15 minutes, tops. Tam's dad was very helpful, but it quickly became evident that this was going nowhere. Jon left to get lighter fluid and a lighter.
After much fiddling around (and probably most of the lighter fluid), we finally had sort of lukewarm hot dogs. Tam was the only person from the party left at that time, and very graciously went to the car to get condiments to go with the petrochemicalicous hot dogs. We were all joking about our table being the lamest picnic ever.
Okay, so I suck at food service related stuff. However, even though there was a series of mishaps, I still feel like I had a good time, and I was grateful to spend time with friends.
Don't forget the the kid that I still swear was trying to kick you. I still have cupcakes. Anyone want a cupcake?
Kim,
Those cupcakes are from heaven above. I dreamt about them. I need a Smores cake for my anniversary on August 11, of which I will gladly pay and/or give up Britain for the right to bite into another delicious morsel of your baked goods. How do you not own your own bakery by now? untamed 4596@ hotmail.com
Michael,
Why must you call my very religious grandmother and Matt's very uptight relative a bastard? It's no wonder they took your meat. You deserve to be meatless!
"Does anyone need any condiments?" Enter ice cream man music here.