Hot time in a small town

Have been living at home for the past two years and there's only so many movies to watch and if you go to the Orchid more than once a month you can really sign up for full-fledged townie status (shudder). So when the chance to do something fun arises, I jump at the opportunity... and jump I did.

Veronica, a former co-worker of mine at the Hive, attended local State U. and has family that lives in my town. At work, over IM we used to bond over to Dave's Diner, the bowling alley (her granddad used to own) and best of all, the Galleria. This mall is pretty much the only show in town when you don't have your license. God, I know I'm not that old yet, but teenagers are the worst. Nothing like seeing 14 years girls wearing pink thongs and fake Coach hats. Except, their prepubescent male counterparts in their Mike Vick throwbacks. A recent venture to see a Friday night flick with Frank in literally drove me to drink. But I digress.

V invited me to attend her annual family BBQ/gathering. But what the heck? I like cold drinks. I like hot eats. And it's Sunday night. I guess I didn't really know what I was getting into. Man this was one huge shindig. Three gas grills, horseshoe pits, and allegedly hayrides on the tractor. Doesn't get more wholesome, small town white bread than that. Not that I felt out of place, I've been the only Asian kid in town (save my cousins) since Bush 1.0 was in office, so I'm used to it. And best of all: a giant inflatable orange dinosaur to bounce in.

A good time had by all... in... with a giant inflatable orange dinosaur. Go figure.