It Wasn't Until November that We Had a Firepit Fiesta at the Sealey-Wooleys, but The Cyperpunk Flames Were Worth the Wait

This Autumn season was not conducive to the evening gatherings around a fire until last night, after Dave said he was barbecuing. Upon the carrot being dangled with Old Fashions, Chitunga announced, "I'm there." And he was.

I definitely went one cheeseburger over my limit, and the pasta salads and grilled vegetables (oh, the asparagus pee smell), gave way to Dave asking an easy question. "Do we want to throw wood into the fire pit?

We did. It was necessary. All was wonderful for the world.

So the evening occurred with the usual Crandall, Sealey, Johnson, Wooley conversations and we sat outside, warm temperatures, with the wonderful light of burning ambers to guide us. Vicki Soto 5K, film at a community film, football, New Orleans Quick Center trombone parties, and Saturday music lessons behind, we ended up enjoying company with one another outdoors, in November, with the last chances for back porch and good company, most likely, until spring.

Today is Sunday. Work is ahead. Life is plentiful. 

But last night we had a fire pit and I'm still digesting all of Dave's fancy, flavorful grilling. He is a professional and I am thankful. Every single bite has so much flavor.

But today will unravel as it will. Enjoy this Sunday.