Side story.

This happened during Wes' "Big Bottle Birthday Weekend," I just never got around to writing the story (and I'm tired of Retha hazing me to write it).

So after a few tastings, Bob joined our adventure. However we had already finished the cookout portion of our adventure. Bob, being a strapping young Irishman, needed some of our delicious spread. However, we had finished eating hours ago (so the grill was long off).

Now, this was a charcoal styled grill. Which if you readers know anything about, means that after a long time of disuse the coals go cold. Also, if you know anything about me, you'd know that I love that style of grill (I bought one the summer prior to this past). Bob didn't know how to use one, and me being the inebriated ex-cook that I am decided to help my friend.

The coals that were in the grill still seemed usable to me (which should have flagged something in my head). So I decided to use them. At this time I added a liberal amount of lighter fluid (as is the general technique for starting a grill of this type). Sitting there with lighter in hand, ready to start the fire, suddenly I exploded.

The coals were still hot enough that the lighter fluid eventually ignited, shooting a giant fire ball at the inebriated ex-cook still applying lighter fluid. I dove in the opposite direction covering my face. What I left out was this was night time. So all people near a window got to watch the spectacle of me exploding and running around making sure I was not ignited. Retha and Wes then saw the giant flash of light (thinking it was a car's headlights) and decided to see what the goings on were. Many people near windows gathered to make sure I was okay.

Upon entering the bathroom I noticed that I had burnt off half of my eyelashes some of my eyebrows and a good bit of my hair. And if you know me at all I really pride myself on my good hair. Which I didn't get cut until about a week ago.

So thats the story, hop you all enjoyed this interjection in your beer readings.