Repeat of a Sellout
This year's July 4th Party was very simliar to last year's. So similar, in fact, that I feel justified in quoting myself, at least on the similarities:
I have a 4th of July BBQ every year. As nice as it would be to keep all the food for myself, I've noticed that having a selection of humans at a party generally livens it up. And, if they are selected carefully enough, it isn't livened excessively, which is also a boon. The pictures at the left are large enough to establish the species of the participants yet small enough to protect their privacy.
A fine time was had by all, or so I've been told. The potato salad was especially good, there was almost enough chocolate, the mood was festive, the pool had only water after everyone purportedly went home, and even the cleanup was performed in record time.
This year there were some differences. The most critical was this:
The forecast was verging on dire, at least in terms of outdoor BBQ activities. Worse, the rain promised to be concentrated later in the day, which prompted a number of early, i.e., on-time arrivals and concomitant "gotta go's" before the pluvial distribution engulfed my particular homeland. Tragically, this redistribution of attendees was not without consequence: We ran out of shrimp early. My apologies to all.
Wandering in the Dessert
Taking over in fine style from the shrimp-o-lack was an especially festive array of desserts, many fetched or manufactured by attendees.
"Surprise Fruit and the Mulch Heap" would make a great name for a rock band, but not as good, I think, as "China's Burning Coal Mines."
NP: "Wake Up and Smell the Coffee" - The Cranberries (A surprise fruit in themselves)