One of the best things about the summer time is grilling. Several years ago, I came up with Man Grilling Time (or MGT). It is nothing new, nothing exciting. Just a guy thing. Like going to a spa or getting a manicure/pedicure. Something that just gets done by one gender or the other. Just because. Over the subsequent years, I have grilled out and drank beer or scotch at least once a summer. This year, it could come to an end. *insert sad music here. Something by John Williams perhaps, heavy on the strings*
After we moved into our apartment, we found out that Woodbury has perhaps the dumbest laws: no grills on apartment porches unless you are on the first floor. I thought at first it was just this apartment complex, and dug a little deeper. I found this. Worst ordinance ever! There is an option, though. We do have our grill in our storage garage. I could buy a steak and grill out in the garage. The only issue is that it's a little further away than I would like and I have a little fear that if the grill got put away just after being used, bad things could happen. Bad things involving uncontrollable flames. So if I really felt it necessary to partake in MGT this year, I will drag a little cooler over to the garage, pull open the door, grill and sit. Boarder line white trash, but so is grilling without pants.
And if this ordinance isn't a reason to start looking for a house, I don't know what is.
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