forever young

Memorial Day was sort of a bust, as we had no real plans and, when an impromptu plan did come together, I was too sick to crawl to it. So we made up for it by having a BBQ this weekend at the pool at our Consul General's house. Currently, there is nobody living there, as our previous CG has left and our new CG will arrive in August.

We hauled our Webber Kettle over there and cooked up a gigantic variety of things, including but not limited to hot dogs, chicken burger, sausages, lamb chops, chicken parts, and some other unidentifiable meat products. We also had potato salad, mac-n-cheese, pasta salad, onion uttapams, chips, dips, and a very exciting new thing that I have discovered called “poke cake” that my neighbor makes, which is extremely yummy.

So we ate a lot, swam in the pool, drank some beers, and just generally dorked around all day. It was lovely. I even got to wear my new bathing suit, which is the first that I have owned in very many years.

After the BBQ, we went to the home of some British friends and continued to imbibe. I smoked a bunch of cigarettes, which I will regret for days (it's a good thing that I can't smoke anymore, right?). Then we came home and I, apparently, “went to sleep” in the movie-watching chair. Some people might call it passing out, but I prefer to think of it as falling asleep with a vengeance.

Now Chris, being slightly tipsy himself, decided to make me go to bed. I would not, however, wake up. I would also not cooperate with his trying to move me. So, genius that he is, he just hauled the chair from the movie-watching room over to the bedroom, where he tossed me from the chair into the bed. During this entire Keystone Cop-ish adventure I, apparently, had only one word to say.

“Ouch”.

Ah . . . good times.

Pictures will be forthcoming. Our camera was dead AGAIN. But people are sending me some photos.