A truly beautiful grill:
Is he a giant, or is she just really little? An unintended camera trick, I guess.
And this is what happens when men get drunk and their hunger-gatherer instincts erupt: they forage through the neighbourbood for dry branches, smash wooden cupboards over their heads to create firewood, use our adorable Spongebob plates as fuel, and even offer up their precious Maxim's to get a glorious bonfire going.
It really was glorious, and we burned everything burnable in the house that night, and more.
Spongebob burns in hell!!! :(
That night, we trudged home smelling strongly of smoked meat (for the next two days), eyes bloodshot from the soot, leg hairs singed to a crisp, vowing never to host a BBQ ever again ... and promptly planned for another one the very next day--which is due to happen next week! :)