Bonfire of the....

So last weekend, a group of folks out here in San Diego finally took advantage of our surroundings and had a bonfire at one of the fire pits on the beach. And rather predictably…it provided a little fodder for the blog:

• We did NOT start the raging California wildfires, thank you very much.
• What does it say about our bonfire-attending group that we had to pop the top off a beer bottle with a lime juicer? That’s right…I travel with a group that can juice a bushel of limes beach-side…but don’t have a bottle opener. Who am I hanging with...Frasier and Niles?!
• Something about sitting on the beach watching a bonfire naturally launches a discussion of Gilligan’s Island…I was voted most likely to be Gilligan. Hey! I resemble that remark. [Really?...not the Professor?]
• Are we sure Joe asked his neighbor if we could burn the wood that used to be his back yard shed?
• When you don’t make fires very often…you tend to get a tad exuberant with your fire-making. Like…how-can-we-burn-the-equivalent-of-a-shed’s-worth-of-wood-and-still-be-home-by-9:30 exuberant. [Answer: a whole quart of lighter fluid…don’t tell my roommate Al Gore]
• And when you do hyper-burn three cords of wood…I don’t care how long that coat hanger is…you're going to broil not only that s’more you’re working on…but also your eyebrows and at least the first two layers of your epidermis. You can have a s’more or blister-free skin, but not both.

We plan to do it again when the air quality recovers.