Jon came up with the brilliant idea to host a "Fu-King Grilling" party at his place and wanted to see if I'd be interested in attending. Of course, he didn't actually ask me or anything; Logan happened to run into me online the day before the event and pitched the idea to me. I sent out a last-minute email to the KFG regulars and invited them to show as well. There was food cooked, live music played, a lot of alcohol drunk, movies watched... it was a carnival.

A block of moldy cheese I discovered in the back of my fridge, packing up extras for grilling.	Ursula'z in da houze!
Bexley'z in da houze!	Troy'z in da houze!
Jarrin'z in da houze! (That's not snow, that's a shower of ash from Jarrin blowing into the fire.)	Jon'z in da houze! ...Hell, it's Jon'z houze.
Me with my spiked glove o' grilling and a Mickey's. Sometimes life is... just fine.	Hey, it's Eric! He's, like, standing really tall and talking to people.
The festivities get on the way with people who already know each other engaged in conversation, or watching bizarre, bad British horror movies.	Tuning up for the night's entertainment.
Jon's girlfriend can't really play guitar, but she's set to rock with the little skull knobs.	You can see by the look in my eyes I anticipate nothing but casual fun and relaxation.
Up high, down low: Jarrin just rocks too hard in any condition.	Logan establishes himself on a guitar that refuses to hold a tune.
Skeptical but receptive, the audience observes our three-piece outfit.	Christel sidles up to the bar and gets her own party started.
It's not a party until the pussy's passed out in the sink.	"I wasn't sleeping! I'm totally okay to drive!"
It's a really beautiful cat.	Just can't figure out why she wants to hang out in a utility sink. But hey, I'm not here to judge.
Eric takes the mic for a bit, hastily instructs the band on how to follow...	JO-O-O-O-OY!!
Kari mandates no joy.	Kari also snatches my camera and takes weird shots of Eric.
Ne-e-e-e-ear... Fa-a-a-a-a-ar...	Don't hit us with the camera! Or whatever you're doing from up there!
Eric covers a song I haven't heard before, a funky little riff about the birth of Jesus.	Ever the enigma, the cat stood in that exact spot and position for 20 minutes.
Unperturbed by cats, Eric continues to croon and preach.	Party on at the Dungeon O' Rock, Mindjammer-style!
Barely contained hysteria.	Jon takes a quick survey of the environment.
It looks like Jarrin's taken up the viola, but no, that's still a bass.	Kari whispers sweet nothings into Eric's ear.
Kari sucks sweet nothing's out of Eric's cheek.	Jon's Back! - or - The End!