2 family bbq on the same night but with different sides.
Tiring!
The maternal bbq at Melville Parkwas good company, I must say. I binged on chicken and satay and stopped only after my uncle started losing his touch and started producing black, burnt chickens.
After we got tired of food and walking around in big, huge birthday hats, we headed to the apartment to watch Harry Potter (I'M A BIIIIG FAN!) and laze around before my wonderful father barged into the apartment telling me I have to leave.
So it was off to Aranda. :) The chalet was huge, but the distance from the chalet to the bbq pit is too inconvenient. Plus, I had creepy vibes about the place. EERIE!

AND TODAY!
What shall I do? Nyahh. Nyehh. Nyohh. Nyihh. Nyuhh.
Right. That's what I shall do.

You send all the wrong signals.