Three friends, two functional alcoholic lesbian neighbors, and a chiminea

So we invite friends over last Saturday night. Then we invite our neighbors, who are out and out hilarious. They come over with a shaker of Cosmos, fireworks, and a bushel basket of small wood for the chiminea.

So they are all getting loaded, and I fire up the chiminea. No problem, until my one neighbor informs me the fire isn't quite big enough. They have a fire ring in their backyard, and while we both believe that a fire just isn't a fire unless it is visible by satellite, I was just not sure the chiminea could handle it.

So I put in more wood. Still not enough. More wood. Not enough. I am now stuffing wood down the top. Finally, when the chiminea resembles a fighter jet engine on afterburners mounted on end, they are all satisfied. Meanwhile, the chiminea is puring out as much smoke as fire, and when the Native Americans showed up, I asked them what they wanted. They replied "We don't know. You called us."

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In my experience, some of the best marshmallow roasting is in a chimenea after exactly the kind of fire you described has burned itself down.

Mmmmmmmarshmallows.

with Cosmos...

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