coals

A few friends came over last night so that we could send our Fairie Princess (she drinks pomegranate wine, what can I say?) off to South America in style. When she arrived, I was trying to get the coals going by repeatedly dousing them with lighter fluid. We finally got those babies going but not before I was half drunk on Big Red and vodka. For the entire evening I smelled like charcoal, meat and bugspray.

I drank a lot of water before bed, but I still had a bit of a vodka hang this morning. After two hours with ten teachers from Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Kazakstan (all misspellings purely my own fault), said hangover is all gone and I can have purely fond memories of my BR&V.