BBQ

So, we get a call yesterday afternoon.

"Were you going to make it to the barbecue?"
"Um... what bbq?"
"Uh oh... did you get my email?"

Apparently Gargle minus has a way to invite people to a party, and that it has a serious glitch. The good part about very old friends is that they will just go ahead and call to ask, eventually. He wound up calling everyone else, since he was the only one to get his own invitation, and, it being for Dave, everyone showed up anyway, however short the notice. A lot of kids around, but they lived mostly in their own sphere. Happily for introvert me, K had me frost the cake and make tortillas. The food was a bit haphazard, but tasted wonderful. I'd never seen a whole fresh pineapple grilled before, but wow. And K made some sauce not for the weak of tongue. Dave's birthday is later this week, an excellent reason to celebrate.

Wound up talking with a woman with a small baby, and a real, if self-taught, education. D in his element then. I try to keep my own area of expertise low key, as always, preferring to talk about anything else.

Bunch of good folks, always a blessing