How Sweet it IS!!!

The day is done. The party is over. The people have come and gone, and everyone seemed happy. The tranquility of the moment could never have been predicted an hour before 3 O'clock. With the morning of intense party preparation commencing moments after breakfast had finished, it had culminated with my wife sitting down in a chair amidst a terribly cluttered basement, as it rained down loudly outside. "It's wet and muddy outside and the only place they'll have to play is in this mess!" Screw it! The basement never got cleaned, and despite a hug from her husband, I don't think my wife was more at ease for the moment. But the clouds come and went, the temps went up and down and up, the food got prepped, and eventually the people started arriving. Although the first to appear made me want to treat myself as the coals I was just igniting, as she carelessly drove over my newly soiled and seeded grass, with sprouts just appearing today, as she watched and waved to her grandchildren, I was over it in a few more beers. As others arrived, I was soon notified that my brother...the one that DID show, would not be able to be there til at least 5:30. I eagerly told him to get here when he could and I would save him some feast.
The food cooked, the patrons were fed, the presents were opened and all were doing tolerably well. Even my once frazzled wife seemed to be doing fairly well, though not sitting too much. I, on the other hand, being the selfish so and so that I am, took my opportunity to sit and mind the bbq, so no one would accidentally burn themselves on it, and keep hydrated with Labbats. Mother even commented at one time that she didn't think anything was cooking on the grill, but I was just out there to escape. I guess she wasn't all that wrong; only thing missing was an R&J(Romeo and Julietta cigar). Where are you when I need you, Peco? After the cake and presents, thankfully the coals were still hot enough when Terry arrived with his girls. Girls weren't hungry at first, but I had a choice cut for Goonboy, and we cooked it and enjoyed it by the warmth of the coals smoldering in the BBQ, while keeping thoroughly hydrated, and enjoying each other's company. As the steak disappeared, so too did the bottles empty as the marshmellows toasted , then aslo disappeared. All were happy and satieted. As the Evening waned, the coals disintegrated, and the cool evening pressed us into chill even Labatts couldn't warm. It was time to go. Jim had a banner of a party as he frolicked in the back yard, with his wet hair from his bath, and his sandles and Batman pajamas. No kid was unhappy...for very long. And brothers were chewing the fat as they should...but not from the steak.
All said and done, it was a great party, and thanks to everyone who could come. Most of all, thanks to Terry for showing, and BS'ing, and mostly thanks to Katie, my divine wife, who let me prep cook, cook, then sit on my brains, and enjoy myself. "Here's to swimmin' with bull-legged women." No, it doesn't fit. Just wanted to say it.

PS: Missed you Kirs!