Have At Thee 2009!

That almighty daystar sure put in the overtime over the weekend. The heat has progressed from 'just warm and sunny enough to invoke childlike energy' to 'I'm not moving'. This is both a good and a bad thing. My steadfast partner in crime, hereby referred to as Kev, and I entered one of the local drinking holes for liquid refreshment for a fleeting moment. A Sailor Jerry's and coke wit'ice & lime for me and a lemonade for he. Several steps later and we were basking in those glorious rays. We then couldn't bring ourselves to get up, pinned as we were by said glorious rays.

This weekend has seen me attend not one, not two, but three BBQs within a 24 hour period. Considering I never actually engaged in the ritual and habitual charring of dead animals for mass consumption in 2009, I firmly believe I am now well on my way to making up for this. An added bonus came from the use of disposable BBQs at one point, invoking memories of festivals of yesteryear. With beer in hand, sun on head, music flooding the ears and socks cast aside to grant my bare feet purchase on the ground, I could have sworn I was already at such an event. So much so that I very nearly set up my new tent to complete the scenario. I was fortunate enough to attend a soiree between BBQ one and two. I say this not because it is worthwhile but merely so I can use the word soiree.

In closing, take heed of these words: it is too hot for socks.