I had my annual barbecue today. I think it went well. One of the biggest problems seems to be too much food. We never even got near the chicken. I also had the problem of too much beer as well. I brought some yesterday, but so did other people. I think i have more beer in my fridge now than when the party started.
And I don’t drink beer.
Actually the most popular drink seems to have been the big 4L bottle of chocolate milk.
When I was asking people what they wanted to drink, someone mockingly asked for schnapps. The joke was on them though, as I brought out the pair of bottles I had purchased in Austria. The evening ended with them finally being opened. I even tried.
The pear one in the headless, limbless, naked woman bottle was the most popular. It got referred to as the “boobage” one. Although at one point Beth remarked that it didn’t smell like her boobies. Which brought the question, “How would you know?” So people tried to see if they could do some yogic poses that would let them sniff their breasts. Alcohol was going to our heads.
The blue schnapps was the more dangerous. The bottle indicated that it should be lit on fire and included matches to help with the process. Robert started and lit his for a few seconds, then covered the glass with his hand; The vacuum sucked his palm in. He then tried it and decreed that it tasted like mouthwash. When I tried it, I followed the directions on the bottle and let it stay lit for a few minutes; I figured it would burn off some of the bad taste. It glowed nicely, especially when the lights were turned off.
Unfortunately, I tried to do the hand covering trick. The glass was a lot hotter and even broke after I pulled my hand away. I now have a nice, circular burn on the palm of my hand.
Chicks did scars, right?
Smeared it with aloe vera.
At least, if an accident was going to happen, it happened then and not when we were cutting the watermelon with a large machete.