Chariots, The Roof, and My Hand

Why such a flurry of blogger activity? I do not expect to make it out of the next week alive. And even if I do, the coming weeks look to be an academic inferno, and so I post now, before I will not have a chance to sleep, eat, or write, for another month and a half.

Sometimes, when I start missing my Eddie Bert friends, I post pictures of my American ones. The people you are about to see are actually not America's finest offerings of my friends, but they were right there at a night I remembered to bring my camera, and that's all that matters, because convenience is what counts most in friendships...

From dinner last night. MC T-Chu handled the grilling while Elizabeth and I were relegated to domestic pursuits like salad, bread, and dessert.

Elizabeth, making that great dessert native to this great country we call 'Brownie from a Box.'
Multi-tasking Tim, totally not paying enough attention to his zucchini. Who talks on the phone in the midst of grilling?

Don't be fooled by these two, our only boys at dinner. They may look like they're sharing barbeque war stories mano-a-mano, but Tim is actually showing Isaac his newly manicured hand.


Does it look like we had been hanging out by the grill? That was the look I was looking for. To jazz up my pictures, I dragged everyone out of the comforts of the warm kitchen to pose with fire.











O deliciously juicy and plump jalepeno burger. It may look wondrous and innocent, but the burger cost me immense distress. I was in charge of dicing the peppers, and because I was not informed of the intensity of the peppers I was handed and thus did not realize I had in hand a habanero and should have worn gloves (and because I was stupid and don't think before I cut peppers), my right hand burned for the remainder of the night. The pain started slow and didn't get bad until after I got home from dinner. I am not exaggerating when I say my entire hand was in excruciating, crippling pain. It was submerged in an ice-milk bath for most of the night, which did not dull the pain enough. I had to clutch an ice pack and later, a bag of ice, to sleep.



People with healthy, unharmed, fingers enjoying their dinner.