-Comfortable (In A Soft Way)-

BBQ PSA, WTF?

Yeah, rule one of a Cookout is "don't touch the grill" - expecially when it's... well grilling. I thought this one was self explanatory. I thought wrong. Other than that it was a good evening, thought it ended up just being Reggie and I mocking basically everyone we know.



The Menu?
London broil (a bit dry, but I blame my own stupidity and the fact that I really didn't DROWN the meat in a marinade this time) with garlic and rosemary oil, grilled red potatoes, a caesar salid, herb and butter wild rice (of which we didn't eat any - not a problem though, I'll just use it for stuffing peppers for tonights dinner), italian bread and pie crust cookies (which were tasty expecially with jam).



We watched quite possibly the most innane anime movie (blurg...) and then after cohersing for a good ten minutes (and lying) wound up at the 278 (Whiny, pseudo-punky/goth kid central) to see Knocked Up. It was basically the most amazing movie I've seen in a while, though I recommend you avert your eyes during the birthing thing... yeah. But, that wasn't the minor highlight of the night (yes, I measure nights in highlights and rank them): I passed a car on HW92 with another coming straight on, at night. It was an 142 km/p rush of "this little car is going to get munched."

The highlight (as it always is) involved a phone call. I like phone calls, expecially ones from my friend in Nebraska (via Colorado tonight). I'm not going to lie, it's a selfish thing talking to her on the phone. She's more apt for the text messages, something I can dig, but I prefer hearing her voice. With text messages all I can do is predict and feel when they're coming. Its a bit too cold a form of communication for me. With voice communication it's like she's with me. I can hear the subtle changes in conversation. It moves faster and I get to hear her laugh and I'm not going to lie, that in and of itself is enough for me. It's contageous. She laughs, I laugh, she laughs harder, I laugh harder. It's... well, it's enough to brighten up the dark corners of my mind, a feat worthy of sainthood.