Perfect Long Weekend for a BBQ pt2:

The day after the squirrel pee incident saw us all at The Lesbians. Puma and Her Royal Pinkness were the hostesses de jour for a day of bocce ball and BBQ. The usual suspects were there: The Boyfriend, Cousin Janet, The Great Scot, The Halfaneese, and myself, and special guest, Brother Frank.

Bocce was a hit. We all journeyed to the lakeside and found a beautiful stretch of grass that would be our playing field. Bocce is traditionally played on dirt courts of approximately 20 to 30 metres in length and approximately 2.5 to 4 metres wide. But we played with Etobicoke rules: find a big park (the bumpier the better) and the toss-er just tosses the pallino (or jack palliney, pig or boccino) in whichever direction they want. We worked our way around this small park and had onlookers onlooking the entire time, indeed jealous of our fun as they went on in their mediocre lives, thinking, "Gosh, I wish I had and existance like that. Just look at them having so much fun. They make me want to become a better person."

After an hour or so of playing in the Hot Hot Hot weather, we headed back to The Lesbians home and planted ourselves in the backyard, wine in hand. Brother Frank exited stage left, but The Soprano entered right on cue. Burgers, corn, tortillas, and fruit were served not to mention Papa G’s thick juicy sausages and The Boyfriends perfect (as usual) yummy scrummy peach pie.

It was a beautiful day. I’m not just talking weather; the whole experience. I truly have a great group of friends, and having a handful of us together enjoying an entire day of sport, food, company and booze… what more could you ask for?