BBQ

Saturday am
Work, work, work, that’s what Dana would say about now. I have a crazy idea, and Dana gets to work, work, work. Well, the shopping’s done, the salad’s made, the brownies are made, we’re all ready to go get the tri-tips and set up the BBQ. I need to go load the car with firewood. We were very fortunate to receive a load of Mac’s Ho-Spice via special shipment, complete with a Rick and Bubba Hat (unstained and thus virginal until later today), so we are now guaranteed success with the meats, and maybe the ladies too, if what Mac says is true – ‘Ho-spice on your meat, the ladies can’t retreat.’ ‘Ho-spice on your steak, you won’t get to take a break.’ ‘Ho-spice on your dinner, they all say you’re a real winner.’ ‘Ho-spice on your possum, you’ll get to see her bottom.’ ‘Ho-spice on her tummy, this is going to be so yummy. ’ ‘Ho-spice on your armadillo, what you doing with that pillow?’

Saturday pm
I knew I should've gotten the dang firewood days ago, but no, Saturday was better. Except the guy din't show up at the wood pile until 10:30, 30 min. late, and then the oak was on another ranch, and then we couldn't find any split cured oak in the 30 or so cords that were lying around. So he said, well, take some rounds, and we started to do that when he suggested we just split some stuff up. Since I was faced with going to Home Depot and paying a fortune, and taking more time than splitting wood, we started splitting wood. Made it to the park by 12:15.

The BBQ was a lot of fun. After we got set up and struggled with igniting oak that was not cured enough, people started showing up, and they were wearing eyebrow lowbrows, like these clowns!

Bushy eyebrows, get it?

















I made the potentially disastrous suggestion that Beauch make sure everyone got a nametag, thus mine read 'Cranky Ass John', Dana was 'Spudhead Dana, Lia was 'Biff' and young John was 'Fat Sonny', as 'Slim Shady' was taken. Beauch was 'Mr. Normal'.

I wrote my own song:
'They took me off the steroids,
and now I've got the hemorrhoids,
that is why they call me Cranky Ass John.
(chorus)
Cranky Ass John, Cranky Ass John,
His groaning and complaining
go on and on.'

We played a game Dana came up with that I named Encantado, where everyone got a sheet of paper with questions about different people at the BBQ. They had to talk to most of the people at the BBQ to answer the questions. Or do like Beauch and just make up answers, just like he did all through school. Did you know I went to school with the Pope? These were our questions.

Encantado
1. Who went to SLO High with Dana?

2. Who was married to a stuntman, and has a son who is a stuntman?

3. Who is Manitoubou, the BLOG commenter?

4. Who taught Mikey the proper use of obscenities, the f*^&R#R%ing imbecile, when Mikey was 5? A note here, we said the answer was Nick, but really it was Wayne. Nick would always yell 'Pull your head out'; he preferred implied obscenities.

5. Who are the Fiores’ neighbors?

6. Who was born in Chile?

7. Who is building a house?

8. Who was a bone marrow donor?

9. Who does yoga?

10. Who is going to Spain this summer?

11. Who plays rock guitar?

12. Who shot a 78 from the blue tees at Dairy Creek last week?

13. Who speaks the most languages?

14. Who did the electricity for Fiore’s hot tub?

15. Who has Fiore known since junior high?

16. Who hiked Machu Picchu?

Of course some of the people on the questions couldn't make the BBQ, and that was too bad but we certainly understand that things happen.

I want to give special thanks to Roger, Jen, Barry, Lia, and Gloria, for all their help getting prepped and getting us all fed. Roger and Barry helped us get all set up, then cooked up a storm, and Jen, Lia and Gloria were on the spot whenever something needed to get done, and spent a lot of time helping us get ready and helping us clean up. Without these people, we wouldn't have got this done.

Nick and Dyan and their two prodigies drove all the way down from San Jose, and then drove back! I forgot to get them their prize for longest one-day drive! Jake and Zack, watch the mail!

Sunday am

I was supposed to surf with Beauch this am, but woke up with major hamstring and calf cramps. This is still a recurring theme whenever I do something physical the day before, an annoyance of anemia. I have been working on getting this post done, and worked on it last night for a while, but it is going to take some time to get right. And, I just talked to Beauch, the crowds have left the water and the surf is still alright, so I am going to publish this the way it is for now, but it will be revised and more pics added later today. Stay tuned.

Sunday pm

We surfed, had a good time, beach was packed with escapees from Fresno, beating the heat in Morro Bay. We got there at noon so the waves weren't crowded, but the wind hadn't come up so the waves were OK. Lots of paddling, not many waves - my motor is undersized for the body it's trying to push. Got a couple of good ones, started cramping in the calves, got one more and called it a day. Tiring weekend.