So there I was… at a bonfire.
It was the first bonfire I’ve been to since the infamous Arkansas “deliverance people” bonfire I attended last year.
Jennyanydots lives “off the paved road.” By which I mean she literally lives on a gravel road which is not serviced by the city. (I’m not even really sure she lives in what could technically be construed as a “city…” It’s more like an unincorporated hamlet.)In order to visit her during the winter, I have to pack snow shoes and c-rations.
Anyhoo, Jenny had some friends and neighbors coming over and invited me to join them. I wasn’t completely sure I’d have the energy, and I knew I didn’t want to drink, considering I’m taking Benadryl for my sinus congestion.
But, when I was driving home, Jenny called to let me know she’d picked up Mountain Dew just for me. Who was I to turn down that kind of selflessness?
So I went. And what a bonfire it was. Here’s an artist’s rendering:
Ok, that’s not an actual image of the bonfire, but I think it accurately represents the size of the fire. The guys had decided to burn old palettes, which were extremely dry and without a doubt were chemically treated with cyanide. It was so hot, you couldn’t stand close enough to cook a hot dog, so we had to use the mini-Weber to cook. Of course, being the Uber-male that I am, I attempted several times to cook a hot dog, which resulted in 3rd degree burns to my hand and arm, but a completely raw hot dog. I’m not really sure how that works. I guess it proves that hotdogs are not organic. But we all knew that.
Then Jenny’s hubby pulled out the homemade wine.
As you all know, I’m a wine-aholic, and I couldn’t resist. Even though the bottle was being passed around a group of primarily total strangers. Hopefully these oozing sores in my throat will go away soon.
It was some good wine. It was more like grape-flavored 151… quite strong.
Eventually I was feeling the pressure to go home, because I had a feeling my dogs were keeping my neighbors awake since I’d left them outside.
Two of my neighbors told me on Saturday that Amber had been barking her fool head off all night. So my suspicions were confirmed.
Saturday was yardwork day, interspersed with flirtations from the super-cute underaged neighbor girl whose name I can’t remember. I also rewired my air conditioner (which the dogs had torn up).
Sunday I spent in bed with my sinus infection raging away. It still hurts today. Thanks for caring.
Peace, I’m out.