My church had a block party in our parking lot last night--after work I ran over to Vons and got a couple packs of Tony Roma's ribs and a 2 liter bottle of Diet Pepsi. I wanted to get more, like graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars so the kids could have s'mores, but I heard God telling me, "No! Just go!" Man, was He urgent! So the ribs and soda was all I got. There was plenty to eat--it was potluck--and I ate a reasonable amount--one hotdog, a couple of my ribs, a hamburger, a few cookies, soda, flan, and a couple of turnovers--one cheese which looked empty, actually, and one mushroom. Oh, and some potato and macaroni salads. I'd never had flan before, and it was good--just the right amount of vanilla flavor.
We shot off fireworks, too. The younger kids had to continually be told to get back, and one teen held a Roman candle while it was going off. He was given a warning not to do that again. My only regret was I didn't have enough room for chicken, which I've been craving lately, as well as a few other dishes that were brought. When I was younger, I could've sampled everything there. Growing old stinks! And I helped clean up afterwards. Pastor jokingly asked if this was overtime, and I said I don't think so, since I'm on salary.