One last BBQ


In the last bastions of an Indian Summer we linger in the late night near the fire. With the greater group of the usual gang we note the ones who are no longer around. Some may find things a little more exciting in our nation’s capitol, on the shores of Michi gami, or observe the beer drinking in the back yard pace a little too slow.

You may see a group of mid to late 20 something’s drinking beer in the back yard. But I see a successful lawyer, a brilliant women finishing her masters, an assistant to the governor, a Jr. Vice president, dynamic active men of marketing who travel the globe with game show hostess’s to the most popular sport in North America, a top executive to one of the big three, and yes, even Carter has finally gotten his under graduate degree. With all of these successful people, I am feeling a little left behind. Sure I feel honored that they let me hang out with them, but when did they all leap frog past me? Only a few short years ago it seemed I was the only one with a real job.

The big news of the night, for me at least, is that I need to make really good plans for New Years. It would seem that two of the couples whom I desperately rely on to get a kiss at New Years from, will both be on separate adventures in the Caribbean. Something about pirates and gold – So I will need your suggestions please. Most fun thing to do for New Years. Without your help it may be me, Ryan Seacrest, and Dick Clark.

Kyle got 20 Rubik’s Cube's for his birthday -

$100 if he solves them all, no throwing at roomates

Carter, an avid reader of this site, has returned to his college

stance on alcohol – the chair right next to the keg.



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