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 Trina at the beginning of the evening. |
 Erik monitors the fire that will serve so many purposes. |
 Look at that cooking grid! So much meat will fit on there! |
 Uh... a close-up of the fire. I don't know why. |
 Look at that coal bed! It will cook so much meat! |
 And there's an underloved gas grill on the side, if anyone wants that... |
 Tony channels spirits more appropriate to a social engagement. |
 This is how the fun starts. A little vino, a little Mudslide, and thou. |
 Courtney flashes an exceptionally bright smile. |
 Erika is busy at work on something, she's a blur of activity! That's not shutter-drag! |
 Martin, good-humored as ever, prepares his dinner as well. |
 London and Parker are faced with the double-jeopardy of garnering attention and avoiding being placed in the fire. |
 XN pauses before ravening his steak to pose for the camera. |
 Grilled garlic Spam on Triscuit! See what you're missing!? See!? |
 Christel steps up to commence to grillin'. |
 Some of the Ladies of KFG: Christel and Sasha, with better things to do than look up. |
 In addition to my own shutterbug habit, Trina takes some select pics of her own. |
 Just at the height of activity, Jarrin and Ursula burst onto the scene with a kind word and an interesting odor! |
 Oh man, looks like the kids aren't going to avoid that fire after all... |
 Trina takes a break from taking pictures and being charming to scarf down some food. |
 Yes, Parker and London do have to dump out all the toys in their backpacks, but who always has to clean it up? |
 433, replete in Arsenal scarf, shows up long enough to make everyone look at him. |
 Okay, and not everything can go on the grill, I guess. |
 Why does Troy's initial grin always look like someone's not going to survive the evening? |
 XN gets a moment of repose before people realize they can come inside too. |
 Courtney demonstrates how her lower lip actually detaches from her face entirely. |
 Yes, we see that's a camera, Trina, thanks... |
 Awww! Urs is a little overstimulated! Well, who can blame her: it's KFG.
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