In a seven day period I was at three barbecues.
The first was at a friend’s place last Monday. Then on Friday my company had another one. Then on Saturday I threw one myself. This was a part of my You-people-were-supposed-to-drink-all-my-beer-the-first-time party. I bought six more beers just in case I ran out, but in the end, I still have seven beers that are lingering in my fridge.
Unfortunately, alcohol wasn’t the problem. Food was. I had too much of it. Corn on the cob. Buffalo chicken wings. Marinated drumsticks. Hamburgers. It didn’t help that a Korean friend brought Bul-gal-bee as well. I had planned to do all the barbecuing myself, because I’m the host, I should be doing the work. But I wasn’t allowed near the fire. Other people were more insistent that they get to handle the duty. Fine, I’ll go back to making sure people are decently hydrated.
Of course there was a problem with that. A group was commandeering the fire and cooking the Bul-gal-bee. Every so often they brought some in to share with the people inside. I later found out that a lot of the meat was being held up in customs and wasn’t making it inside. Apparently Bul-gal-bee is better when eaten directly off the grill.
Still, there was a good turn out. Some groups that didn’t make the previous party finally showed up. So I’m going to call it a success as a party. It didn’t attain its goal, but I’ll decide to be happy with the result.