Gettin'er done.

Today my roommate and I were off from work, and it was the first nice day in almost a week. If you're not from Texas, you just don't understand how miserable we become after more than 2 consecutive days without sunlight, and all week it was raining and cold and awful.

Not today, though. Today was gorgeous: 63 and sunny. I spent most of the day re-watching Lost and not drinking (till now, surprisingly) and we both cleaned and sorted books on the bookshelf and other roommatey things. Late in the afternoon, he thought it would be a nice day to fire up the grill and cook up some steaks. This sounded mighty tasty, so we spent the next hour and a half watching Pee Wee's Big Adventure and not grilling, because I started drinking and he started doing other things...

Around 6 PM, I had faced the fact that grilling wasn't going to happen because the sun was going down and the temperature was dropping. Honestly at that point I just wanted some mac 'n' cheese, but Wade went outside and "fired up the grill."

By the way, he's never grilled anything in his life. While the common opinion around these parts is that men do the grilling and women do the cooking, he turned it, like so many things, on its ass. It took him nearly half an hour to get a fire started. About 15 minutes later, the briquettes were finally hot enough to throw some meat on them. By this time, it was nearly 7. It was cold, and there was no sunlight. Our complex isn't extremely well-lit, either, so he was out there in a jacket with my Maglite "barbeque-ing". In the image to the left, I would like you to notice those roaring flames. What you don't see are his sandals. Totes ridick, bra.

Finally, though, we ate. Giant 13-ounce steaks with potatoes and green beans did enough to shut me up. Now that I've got the itis and some gin in me, I might make it to bed at a decent hour.

EDIT: My roommate has informed me he has indeed grilled something in his life. While the answer to "What has he grilled?" is pretty lame, I'll leave that one up to your imagination. He also tells me he wasn't wearing sandals, but he totally was.