It’s about 8 o’clock and I’m in a fog bank of smoke from the grill next to me. It’s on it’s second light because I’ve failed to let the lighter fluid permeate through. This was told to me by a guy standing next to Steven, lifting a green bottle to his mustache. Steven talks to me.
Dara’s spinning her wedding ring. She’s wearing a nice white and pink top with thick-rimmed glasses. She’s telling the table about her trip to Kona. Eric’s on his third beer.
I’m bouncing between groups of people, one where Nina’s boyfriend Thomas is making a heart with his hands, starting with my eyebrows. He makes an awkward heart and snaps a photo of Gabby, Nina and me.
Justin is on the guitar, Kevin is singing along. There’s a wave of smartphones pointed at the drunk duet. The porch is sober and I can see Caitlin looking at my beer. I hand it to her.
I’m talking to Linda and Steven next to the grill. Andy is sober, checking on the grill and running up and down the staircase. Jeanette attracts the three of us to her, taking sips of her coffee stout, talking about her genuine surprise. It’s gratifying to hear. She feels special.