And sweet hostesses named Jodi. Or JoJo. Or Joji.
And Clyde Cooper's BBQ
Which inevitably turned into barbeque roadies.
Thankfully, as the night continued, things became more and more normal.
Miles became a little warm out by the bonfire.
And someone stole my phone.
Then we discussed foreign policy.
I hope the neighbors don't mind that we borrowed their broken down tree when we ran out of firewood.