“That old dried up fart of a bitch!  She has got some mother-fucking nerve!”  I said putting my bag down.  Melanie and I always met up for coffee every Monday morning, it was our ‘how did you survive your weekend ritual’.

          “Bad weekend? What happened?”  Melanie said.  She had herself already setup with coffee and a blueberry muffin.

          “It was this chic’s birthday party out at the pool.  They decided to grill burgers and hot dogs.”

          “Okay.”  She said sipping her coffee and nodding.

          “I had really no intention of being the grill master but I also had no intention of sitting on my ass any longer either.  You know how I am.  I mean here we all are sitting out in the heat thankfully under the shade for like an hour, hour and a half before anything gets started.”

          “That is poor planning.  Michael never would have let that happen.”  Michael is a friend we both know through the out reach center.

          “True.  Sebastian would never let him live it down.  Remember their first barbecue?” 

          “Gay men do love to entertain.  Anyway you were saying.”

          “I have no idea where the burgers or hot dogs were, I’m hoping they were refrigerated somewhere but I honestly don’t know.  And this chic’s mother I don’t know what happened to her when all this got started.  They bought this self lighting crap.  It self lit all right.  You should have seen the flames it was putting off.  This other chic that was sitting near it moved to the opposite side of the table she was sitting at.”

          “Dam.”

          “I know huh?  As hi as that flame was getting and the fact that he was still adding coals to the fire with the grill on I’m surprised that the whole bag didn’t catch on fire while it was in his hands.”