It was at Mark's August 1, 2008. I can't describe it now. Write me in a week. I'll tell you about it. Luna twirled fire. Do I need to say more? Well, I guess I should. Mark prepared, and I mean prepared, the finest meats, bevatable side dishes. I mean hours, he spent hours on this and that's because he was cooking for his friends. We're talking beef, we're talking turkey, we're talking chicken, we're talking pork. Two grills and three smokers, mom's potato salad recipe, crazy bread puddin and more for dessert. We're  talking obsession to make one night a spectacular night. There were fireworks, you can bet on that. A whole younger (I mean, could you get any younger than this?) bunch were there. Including my beautiful and talented niece Allison, who is so beautiful beyond description. I got hug from her, and I could've ended the night right there, so beautiful. For me, she was a standout along with her motherKIM. and the reason for the barbecue, The Mitchells, were all there, and I'm talking big daddy Tom, big Mama Zena Susie, baby Luna, tall talkin' Dylan and number one son Joseph, whose absolutley the best, except for all us othert creeps. We didn't start eatin' til about 9, but by the time we did we had almost all the space heaters, half of the hysteric narcotics and 2/5s of the Denizens, and almost all of the Boners there, and all that's just personal. We had Sailor Rick and his voluptuous daugher there. We had the Napster. Besides and including Sailor Rick, we had the Metcalf motherdaughtersisterlover's there Charmagne and Lisa. We had babies to lift our souls and ladies to adore. Matt Downey was there, unfortunately not Diane. My new nieghbor, Rebecca and her guy. Mary and Chip; Whitey and Glen. We talked about Spiderman and old Heath Sutcliffe who unfortunately passed away. We did not listen to music. I repeat, we did not listen to music except for the music passing as words that sprinkled as dew between laughters. If you were not there, I missed you.