Had a great weekend. You just can’t beat eating BBQ everyday. I’ve been over coming a case of Pneumonia for the past week and I’m just not starting to feel much better. I think that sitting around all weekend and eating till I nearly burst must of helped. The weather here in Brooklyn was perfect. Warm to hot in the day, cool at night. Never too much on either end.

Saturday was 4th state metal’s Gill. 4th state is a metal fabrication studio where my room mate works. Nice group of people, clients and friends all down in Williamsburg. Quite an exciting day, first of all, the food was amazing. I’d say the best meat I’ve ever imbibed. Expertly prepared by a man wearing a shirt that said

“bacon, the gateway meat”

Obviously the food was too good because by mid afternoon about 20 cops show up and start handing out tickets and citations. I sat back and watched the scene unfold. Some woman got put in cuffs and I over hear talk of a non-drinker getting an open container ticket for trying to clean up some bottles. An over all bad performance by the NYPD, left a bad taste in my mouth. Though that was quickly fixed with some steak from the grill master, who also was given a ticket for kicking too much ass.

Later we go to Evan’s house warming party in “Bushwick”. Fun was had by all, Evan and Mel have a very nice place and are doing well with just a single giant room. We leave around three for the not-SO-long bike ride back home. Four of us riding in the night down Dekalb.

The night ends with a sun rise game of darts in our kitchen.

Sunday started with a trip to Red Bamboo, a vegan/veggy restaurant in Clinton. No-meat chicken wings and jerk chicken. What I’ve always though strange is that when making fake meat, why do people want boring meat like chicken? I’d rather eat Pterodactyl or Griffin meat! I’m sure it all tastes like chicken anyways so you don’t even need to change anything apart from the name. Go ahead and steal that idea vegan restaurant entrepreneur.

That night was BBQ number two. Kyle’s house. Corn and hot dogs. Plus a little treat that Kyle and Audrey have been cooking up for the past two days. A watermelon infused with vodka. Very, well, dangerous treat as it was so delicious I quickly ate five or six slices with in a few minutes. It was like candy that made you drunk, what a concept. To end the evening we made S’mores with these giant marshmallows, like big as a bottle of extra strength Tylenol. That night I struggled home on a full stomach.

The next day was spent on Rachel’s roof, from about the time I woke up (at one) till the sun set over the city we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs with good company on a hot roof in Brooklyn. I was able to get away with only minor sun burn on my chest (it looks like a red dickey) and a bit on my back where my hands and sunscreen didn’t quite reach. So that is pretty good for me as I normally burn like a victim.

All and all a very good memorial day weekend.