B B Q Who Is You!

The day, Monday June 25th. The place, The Crest. The what, the most awesome bbq ABT has ever seen. The evening started right on time, at 5pm, as per the signage suggested in the green room. However, three stood alone gazing curiously at cold grill. May congratulations go out to those few who know what the meaning of a start time is. Moving right along.
After more of ours trickled into the festivities, the bbq-ers faced a delima. Where will they host this said event. They had only the humble Nantucket at their disposal, but had their eyes set upon the jewel of this pseudo Melrose place, Boca Raton. After making some calls, the ever on time....Paul arrived to the event that he, that day, backed out of to lend us his key and the use of his abode. Gee thanks. Well, once David was finished with his shower time, he arrived to man the grill. By that time we had everything up and rolling. The sun shone bright, but not nearly as bright as our very own Denise. I reached for my sunglasses. Relief.
If only i had the strength to pry her away from Mandy. This was the day i began to wonder....what if...Moving right along.
Lying on the grass, taking in some rays, a cool beverage in your grip, friends all around. You may ask what can be better, nay what can be sweeter. Honey to the buds, perhaps a baby's bottom to the touch, or even a whisp of vanilla to the olfactory? I submit my humble opinion.

David at the grill. He man handled that piece of machinery with the ferocity of a cougar, and the ease of a ballerina. Pumping out patties and dogs like tennis balls out of a self propelling tennis ball machine. Turkey for some, and the red stuff for all those up to the challenge. Our hat goes off to you David.
With food in their stomachs, they grew impatient. Aching to exert their athletic abilities, these seasoned performers leaped for the only plastic item that made sense. A frisbee. The game, three flags up. The stakes, life itself. Beginning with Denise at the helm, such worthy adversaries as Mike, Duke, Darrel, Adam, and more went to battle. Taking the game more seriously than most Darrel jumped quickly ahead with more plucks from the air than anyone else. His strategy....
Sam Adams. It wasn't until later in the game that frustrations ran high. Tired of the excessive wins of both Darrel and Duke, and the humiliation brought forth by Denise and her accomplices on the grassy knoll, the Mike and John decided that it was time to take off the flip-flops. Bring it on.

Sounds like a simple game. Or does it. Sandy. Once thought to be yet another contribution to the grill, and a tasty one at that, this canine posed quite the obstacle during this life or death bout. Some would say as sneaky as her owner Casey. The whereabouts of Niagara Falls is still unknown. For now.
We close our evening with a tribute to one young mans farewell to lonely nights at home while others are out at clubs, and he sits crying, sobbing, screaming because no one likes him, and they are all having fun and why can't i come and i want to be there too, but NOOOOOOOOOOooo, lets leave john....i mean. Happy Birthday wishes to Aaron. 21!
One by one, we leave to continue our lives. But wait. Who is that in the distance. Oh, nice of you to show up Lucas. Taking the term fashionably late to the utmost. Like i was saying, the night has ended, and we all leave. A little happier, a little tired, and a lot thankful that Jeff brought a sack of potatoes. Without you, this bbq would not have been a success. Thank you. And thank all of those who were there in spirit, because they could not make it. Because they were jerks. (James and Joe). Way to go. Look it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a Bosnian.

PS - This blog is brought to you in its entirety by John.

Forty and Crunk...

So, here it is kids the first blog by guest blogger, Jeff G.(give him some credit for this being his first and he is intoxicated). And he says he has blue balls.
MARTHA'S GRAND BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION
Martha as frisky as a twenty year old at forty teased Jeff and teased him. She looked gorgeous...pictures don't lie.
SO Denise erased this part, so this is second time around, and i am intoxicated so i promise nothing. Lets get to the juice. Many people suprised Martha with gifts: Casey gave her a cane, Denise went out, and I gave her my body, well, she took my body, you know how it is.
Many important guests were in attendance, including cast members of Grease, Staff members, and Joe Martinez an entity of his own(in his batman shirt), of course. Casey and Darrel bought Martha a very nice cake, which she blew out the candles on but doesnt she doesn't remember doing, so here's the proof:

Unfortunately there is no picture evidence of striped shirt man, who Martha played tonsil hockey with. Dr. Jeff claimed to be there, but this was lies i assure you, all lies.
I know you think this was wholesome family night, despite the kissing and ball grabbing, but i assure you a lesson was learned, by Casey. DONT let the drunk birthday girl ride home in your car, even if she says she's O.K. Because the vomit all over your back seat and your boyfriend, tend to disagree. Oh yeah and my hand, and the porch, and the bed, and the bed sheets. (I do like her Cat though). SO all in all it was a good night. Some old people, some new people, but we wish ALL could have been there. YOUR THE ONE THAT I WANT (sorry I had to)

Some how the Bosnian was not at this extravaganza - I wondering if he was hiding...hmmm.