Matt messaged me Tuesday and asked what I was doing Wednesday night, the answer being, "nothing special." He said that Misty was having a cook-out at her house for Midsummer, and asked if we could come, and I said we would.

It rained pretty much all day Wednesday--not a good omen, I suppose, for the first day of summer--and by the end of the day it was raining so hard that Bob called to tell me to be careful on the highway, that there was accidents all over the place. We were also on the edge of a tornado warning area. I called Misty and asked if we were still on, and she said sure, that we'd just have the cook-out inside.

I had originally told her that I would bring something, but I hadn't gotten anything together, so the "something" ended up being beer and wine coolers, and a bottle of something that the liquor store clerk told Bob was mead, but that turned out to be elderberry wine. Not the same thing at all . . .

Misty had tissue paper Oriental lights strung up in the living room, and a plastic tablecloth spread out on the floor in the middle of the room with bowls of chips arranged around a candle in a bucket. It had actually stopped raining by the time we got over there, and Matt was able to cook outside--his special chicken with a secret marinade made up of (as it was told to me) some of every condiment in the refrigerator. And beer.

We also had cous-cous and pasta salad and corn on the cob, as well as Jamie's lime-aid pie and Misty's mother's famous HoHo cake. Mucha, Misty's cat, was there, too, and she did pretty well, dashing off to the bedroom when she got nervous, but coming out a few times to say hello and drag her shoestring around. She was too nervous to play with it, but at least Bob got to see her carry it.

We got home a little after eleven, I think, and I went right to bed. Tomorrow night we (Bob and I, plus I'm not sure who else, Misty and Matt for sure, maybe Karen, maybe the other Matt) are going to go see Eddye play--we have no idea when he's going to go on, except that he said it probably won't be before 10:00. I'm trying to figure out if/where we should meet for dinner beforehand, although I suppose if I was smart I'd come home and take a nap instead.