This evening, traffic, children, and weather permitting, I’ll be at the Ann Aguirre BBQ-a-Thon Gathering aka “Someone has a hella layover and decided to turn it into a PARTAY.” There’s going to be bbq, a lot of napkins because holy crap is that messy food, and a few rounds of my favorite game, “Wait, are you Maria or Marisa?” with the Romance Novel TV twins. Perhaps there will be pictures.
There is no doubt, however, there will be a stain on my pants from dripping sauce. It’s a given. And if it’s not on my pants, it’ll be on my shirt. I’m a lightning rod for indelible stains.