We started at 2PM, and I woke up on a plastic lawn chair sometime in the wee hours of Monday morning. Thankfully, I had the foresight to shelve the camera sometime before dusk. Unfortunately (or fortunately), we only have pics from earlier in the day. I'm sure that some of those damned 'later' pics will surface shortly. If so, I'll make sure to get them up here.
2PM-5PM = Typical BBQ fare. Beer drinkin', food grillin', pellet-gun shootin' wholesomeness.
- 3 Cases Each of Bud, Bud Light, and Rolling Rock
- Mexican Chorizo
- Italian Sausage
- Oriental Chicken
- Indian Yogurt-Curry Chicken
- Jerked Chicken
- Elise's Mellon Salad
- Sauteed Portabella Mushrooms
- Strawberries and Dip
- Assorted Chips
- Various Vegetarian Burgers
5PM-8PM = The BBQ is heading into full-swing. We have a full crowd, the pellet-gun has been replaced by throwing-knives, and everybody is getting their drink on. It is around this time that Elise brings out the Vodka Mojitos & I start pushing the first round of Jello shots.
8PM-10PM = I break out the Sweet Tea & Bourbon, & things get really "spinny". More Jello shots, more beer, more mixed drinks. I start forcing food onto people like an old drunk Jewish grandmother. I hide the throwing knives.
10PM-1AM = The crowd begins to thin out, and the serious drinkers go into overdrive. The liquor is killed, the Jello-shots are killed, the sweet-tea & bourbon is killed, many brain-cells are killed.
(Note: Most of the rest of this is anecdotal, and I remember very little of this period)
I get "huggy" and thoroughly freak out all of my guests. I compensate by picking them up over my shoulder and spinning them around.
We decide to stage a side-show on the back lawn. I start spraying WD-40 into my mouth and spiting fire with the aid of an extra-long citronella candle. On about the 3rd try I hiccup and swallow a bit of fluid. I spend the next 30 minutes puking all over. Oh yeah, I also try to extinguish the candle-on-a-stick by shoving it in my mouth; I burn my tongue something fierce.
A contingent of the guests decide to get the dog drunk. Milo stumbles all over the place and keeps tripping. He falls over backward while trying to poop, and then proceeds to sit on a lit candle. We get him cleaned up and send him inside. Once inside, he
All the guests leave. I decide to spend some quality time alone vomiting on the back porch. I then make a heroic attempt to kill the last 12 beers left in the cooler - I end up finishing 1 & 1/2.
I wake up in pain (covered in bug bites and vomit) sometime in the middle of the night. The birds are starting to come out. I decide that they can't be trusted, so I go inside.
Everybody feel free to add anything that I missed.
For a few more BBQ pics check out my Flickr Page.
Oh, and for a full pictorial rundown of the pre-BBQ weekend check out Elise's post HERE. Good stuff.
*The Extra 'B' Is For 'Bring Your Own Bullets'