Next time

[tamidon]

my husband rides me about making too much food for a party I'm gonna kick his butt. This year I actually ran out of food. We did chow down on15# of chicken and alot of other stuff, but still...I am at the same time humiliated and vindicated. My new grill rocks and I think it will be a week before I come back inside to cook. Wed. I'm making at least 10pts. of smoky chipotle maple barbecue sauce and canning it up and that'll bring me back inside. The party was a blast and thanks to all of you who joined us and made it so much fun. The hottub was recovered by morning and the breaker flipped OK, the house was in pretty good shape. My boyfriend survived the experince of meeting all my friends at once, too many of whom started conversations with "Oh, you're Jesse, I've read so much about you on Tamar's LJ" He was getting a little spooked, but dealt well, found enough people to talk motorcycles with to be comfortable.
All in all, a good party, even if Bob did die during it.