Remember my friend Niko? We’ve been talking about barbecuing since beginning of June but didn’t get around actually doing it until last weekend. I like going to his place. It’s tidy, there’s interesting things to look at and his TV is gigantic.
True friendship this is.
He’s a stylist so you would expect his apartment to be visually interesting but sometimes I feel just tiny bit of jealous of his housekeeping skills. Granted, he doesn’t have tons of fabrics or other crafty supplies to keep in control but still…
My balcony most definitely doesn’t look like this and having a friend who has a grill AND a nice outdoor area is kind of nice. Our reason to BBQ was to celebrate Niko’s recently finished balcony project.
Yes, that black tinyt thing is the grill. If there’s any Texans reading this, stop laughing. Now. In some things size doesn’t matter as long as the end result is this:
Sausage! I heart sausage!
We (and when I say we I mean Niko) set the table all nice. I’ve stopped trying to do anything like that at his place as apparently I do everything “all wrong”. Oh, the stories I could tell about Niko’s reactions when I forget to use a coaster. Don’t want to use the word crazee but I kind of have to.
The magic of pre-baked bread. We got into a smallish fight over the last piece. Really.
The table just before we dug in. At this point I was hungry as hell and had whined at least for half an hour “are they done yet?”.
Yup. The food was good, the balcony is nice and then we spent the rest of the night watching high quality movies and eating ice cream. I stayed over and next morning my hair looked like this:
I don’t know what I do in my sleep but whatever it is, I don’t want to know.
Till next time.
Thrifty “Hair-From-Hell-But-Kind-Of-Nice-Friend” Finn