We have two big propane grills at our townhome complex that are never frequented, even in the gorgeous sunny afternoons we have been having lately. The area is partitioned off from traffic (foot and car), it's clean, and it has a ton of shaded seating. It's a wonder that no one uses it. Though we have been here for a year so far, we hadn't yet made it across the complex to the BBQs. This summer, that kind of massive oversight was NOT happening and we grilled! Huzzah!
Turkey burgers slathered in sauce and blue cheese, fresh buttered corn, cold microbrews and some 84 degree, nine o'clock p.m. sunset? It's summertime folks. And we will be definitely grilling for the rest of the summer. BBQ-ing for dinner, outside, is an electronics-free, feet up on the patio furniture, drinking on any night of the week kind of behavior that we are happy to get behind. We also relished being out in a light breeze that is totally absent in our apartment and will be even worse when it hits 97 tomorrow. 97 in Portland? Put my shirt in a freezer, please. That's TOO hot.
Also hoped you enjoyed my stunner-shade mix-up halfway through this post. Ben and I often leave the apartment wearing our own sunglasses and return it wearing each others. There's something about his shiny aviators that appeals to me and apparently he likes pink ladies' sunglasses himself. ;)