bbque time

i put myself on a word diet so I can get this out in a little more timely manner. check out the precursor to this.

saturday- strangely excited about bar-b-que tonight.
we arrive.
Jason warmly greats us.

feel slightly uncomfortable in group discussion. that’s just me.
three bottles of bubbles. i open one and start bubbling.
i stop when i realize winds would take them right at people talking on the deck.
dinner gets called.
two type of ribs, tri-tip, & salads. yum!
sat amount strangers. again slightly uncomfortable. am able to make idle chat
dinners over. back to the deck.
now in a place I could safely blow bubbles, or so I thought.
wind had changed 180°. I continue to blow anyway.
people accepting turning to interested.
women did not want bubbles landing or her pants, so she pops them before they do.
someone decides to doctor the bubble formula and get a wire hanger.
add dawn and sugar.
now someone starts blowing big bubbles, foot and a half across sometimes.
sugar causes weirdness when bubbles pop.
instead of bubble disappearing, it collapsed on itself and fell to the ground.
resultant bubbles got the name satan’s sperm.
the pan and “wand” got passed around and everyone took there turn.
someone notes that Mary had blown the biggest bubbles.
minutes later, i embarrass Mary by saying she’s had the biggest bubbles of the night. 🙂
she takes it good heartedly, meaning she didn’t immediately beat the crap out of me. .
head inside to play xbox dancing game.
have three left feet. beat back extreme peer pressure and don’t play.
night winding down.
had a discussion with Jason about kayaks.
he and sheri are wanting to buy. i have both the boats and a far bit of knowledge.
sheri makes a comment about hoping that we don’t think it’s weird that bubble were one of their forms of entertainment.
I remind her who started the bubbles, me.
start a conversation with sheri talking about our common alma mater and my home haunts. jason’s son currently currently attending our alma mater, too,
continues with a wonderful and wide ranging conversation with sheri about depression
she is 20 years on antidepressants
we finally say our goodbyes and head for home.

except for the group awkwardness, to be expected, had an excellent evening. excitement justified.

good thing i just gave you just bullet points. even at that, the post is still nearly 400 words. I would hate to see how it ended up if I wrote like my regular descriptive self!