It's autumn now, so the BBQ at Quigley's was officially the last one of the summer. Y'all missed out, suckas...well, a few of you didn't miss out. There was pig, there was chicken, and there was a whole mess of veggies. Betty ate her weight in everything and Dookie did not touch the third "Rale." Whiskey was abundant, as was our collective thirst. Quigley lamented the loss of sensitive tissues in his pants, and DJ was fortunately not drunk enough to give rides. Altogether a success. My hangover was fair, but relatively light in relation to the amount I consumed. See you guys soon.