Several years ago, I had a party on our back patio (the same one where we held the Sip and See party). It was a jello shots party (yes, I’m aware that I’m well above college-age, but it was awesome; we even made pudding shots which were AMAZING). It was very pre Hip Soiree (read: amateur hour). It was in the winter and was going to be chilly outside, so I needed to figure out something to do for warmth. A friend of mine said he would borrow a big cement fire pit from someone. At the last minute, he wasn’t able to which meant I had to rent heat lamps. Total downer. I was hoping to make s’mores. Oh well.
Since then I’ve been slightly obsessed with fire pits. I would greatly like one. Of course, I can’t really have one. Well, I think we could keep one down on the patio, but then I’d worry that one of the other neighbors might use it and somehow set the entire building on fire and it would wind up being our fault. No thanks. Instead, I just look longingly at them. [Insert sad face]
Well, just because I can’t have one doesn’t mean you can’t. Ugh. That’s depressing. Chalk one more thing that “you guys” can have that I can’t. WHY DO YOU VEX ME AT EVERY TURN, YOU GUYS?! Take your dumb houses and beautiful yards and perfectly decorated craft rooms and go AWAY! Ya jerks!
Seeing it again just makes me angry. Again. I guess it’ll just be one more way that I’ll have to live vicariously through you. Whatever. Here’s the dumb, yet awesome tutorial. Boo on you.
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