I turned 26 in 09. Always amazed at the outpouring of love we benefit from, I once again enjoyed a house full of family and friends who were willing to come spend a little time. I think the pajama clause (ie... you were supposed to wear them instead of regular clothes) and the possibility of favorite jammin brunch foods after dark could have added to the appeal.
Friends old and new, loved just the same, hung out and played games and had cake (yay cake!). Even Minster and Thompson came (We HEART Missionaries!) while in town visiting their former mission. Granted, it's hard to stay away from the LBC (We HEART Long Beach always always!) once you've spent some time here.
The Party was set to start about 5 and at 4:40, Mr. B was starting a fire in the backyard and the flame caught a little trail of gasoline from the gas can that had been in the backyard... it caught quickly and before we knew it, Mr. B was on fire... literally, as was the gazebo in back. He says that when you're actually ON FIRE all common sense goes out the window. Thankfully "Stop, Drop, and Roll" managed to weave it's way to the front of his brain and he did so (right next to the fire extinguisher LOL). He escaped rattled but otherwise unharmed. Bean jumped into action with the extinguisher but we only got about 8 seconds of spray. Myself, hopping from one foot to the other with no real focus at all, jumped at the opportunity to to SOMETHING. Grabbed the fire extinguisher from the boat out front and brought it to the back where we were able to put the rest of it out.
The fire department came (within 5 minutes) made sure everything was okay, husband cut away the burned parts of the gazebo, disposed of the melted patio furniture, and hosed off the gasoline that had spilled over when the gas can "died" and had zero trace of any fire other than the faint smell of gas and a wet table cloth all before guests arrived.
That's show business baby.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday love <3 Mrs. B loves you!
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