We sat around waiting for the BBQ to start and after a while the bartender finally came out to the back patio with a whole cooler full of meat - but then they weren't able for the life of them get the grill going (they had a charcoal grill, but couldn't find the briquette chimney that makes igniting the charcoal really easy). A former teen-pyromaniac, I could only sit by for so long before offering up my assistance. I got that shit cookin', yo. And this guy thinks he's the Firestarter. Psssh.
Speaking of, check out the action photo I managed to capture of some random party guest completely burning off his eyebrows while spitting a huge tikitorch-fuel fireball.
With a belly fulla Steak 'n Shake, we headed back to Brett's place. He cooked up a big fire in his portable, outdoor fireplace and invited some friends over to say goodbye.
