My biggest challenge is remembering that not every backyard bbq is cause to eat cheddar bratwurst.
Especially after a few beers, when I think (with astounding clarity), why the hell WOULDN'T I take every possibility opportunity to eat cheddar bratwurst? Am I fucking CRAZY? And then I eat four.
I do not really eat four.
Besides beer and cheddybrats, yet ANOTHER wonderful thing about barbecues is the inherent ability to play word games with each barbecue-related event name.
HeidiQ, Mastro-BQ, Mime-BQ.
Sadly, the time for Mime-BQ at Tai's place got moved and I can't make it.
Me: Nutso. No BBQ for Me-BQ.