it was a quality of life weekend in which I was able to spend less time at this keyboard and more time outside outdoors out in the open getting my hands dirty and bloody and chocolaty and greasy in both bottom brackets Italian threaded and bratwurst Italian sausaged and so and then dipped in $14 jars of Williams-Sonoma pickles using the slope guide to eyeball the yard between World Cup matches on the telly wearing two sweaters and a jacket and two hats standing in the rain for hours that fourth day of July blowing up beer bottles with expired fireworks watching a beercan chicken slow roast on the grill while soaked Seattle style because it is Seattle
The can in the chicken was Busch from an 18 pack purchased on Yesler. Then when Dave and Dan and Pham usurped control of the grill after standing in the rain for so long the beer in the splash pan was an amalgamation of whatever anyone had in their hand to prevent flare-ups. I do plan to try it again with fewer chefs in the kitchen
