For the last seven or eight years we’ve hosted a BBQ once a week at our home. You bring something to grill and a dish to share, we provide the deck, an awesome music mix, and s’mores for the fire pit.
Four or five years ago a little guy we love (who’s not so little anymore), referred to our home as The House of BBQ. The name stuck, and so we now host the annual summer House of BBQ (#HoBBQ on twitter).
We are more than half way through July, now, and we have yet to host a massive HoBBQ event. It seems we’re in a season of introversion, of selective scheduling, of wagon circling.
We’re busy this year. Not necessarily in schedule, as we often go through busy seasons on the calendar. But my brains cells feel taxed, my creative juices depleted, my ability to handle large crowds…fragile.
We used to schedule dates in advance and blast them out via twitter, but this summer it’s been more like this…
Me: “You wanna BBQ tomorrow?”
Bryan: “I don’t know. I can’t think that far ahead.”
[The next day]
Me: “You wanna BBQ today?”
Bryan: “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Me: “Should we invite anyone over?”
Bryan: “I don’t know. What do you think?”
Me: “I can’t think that far ahead.”
[A couple hours later]
Me: text to friend: “we’re BBQing, want to come over?”
You get the idea.
At first I felt panicked, guilty, like a failure for not being able to handle it. Folks emailed or called us out on twitter this Spring, asking when our first HoBBQ would be scheduled, and I just couldn’t imagine it happening.
But I think I just need some space to refill my cup so I have more to pour out.
So I just wanted to let the locals know we’re still here, and we’re still BBQ’ing.