One Sunday last fall, I attended the Laura Isaacs Appreciation Barbecue. Laura is a co-worker. At 24, she lives with her cat, Spock, loves Hello Kitty and ballerina flats.
The impromptu barbecue, Cristy and Shemir's idea, was at Cristy's apartment. Shemir was the only one of us who had ever lit a barbecue fire before, so she did the honors.
Cristy made about 10 pounds of potato salad and enough hamburger patties to feed 25 people, even though there were only about eight of us altogether.