BBQ, Beer, and a Babe

Just a rule, putting me around small children is usually not a good idea. Mainly since my maturity level is only rarely discernibly higher than that of a small child. So I was a little worried last night when I went to a bbq with two language partners at their friend’s house and they brought along a 18 month old.

First, let me say a Chinese/Taiwanese bbq is different than an American one. It is a little thing on the ground with some open coals that you use to grill small bite-sized pieces of all sorts of meat, seafood, and veggies whereas an American bbq usually has just one or two types of food that are grilled.

The thing was the whole event took place outside in an area that had NO breeze. Well within no time at all it was very hot, especially sitting next to a grill. So in addition to sweating a lot, my Taiwanese hosts figured they should give the white dude some beers. Now this is never a bad thing but the fact that I had not eaten much yesterday and I was sweating hard made me feel those beers much more than I would have liked.

Of course when I finished those they announced a beer run to 7-11. That was when I knew it…I had found a home!

Well the night was fun and I got to play around with an 18 month old who thought the white dude was pretty interesting. Overall, despite the sweating, it was a great night (come on bbq, beer, and good company is something I will only turn down if I die).