Everyone at the radio station wanted to do something to celebrate Labor Day, so we planned a group picnic at the Lake. We reserved a paviliion at the state park and the radio station agreed to ante up for everyone’s parking fee, which surprised the hell out of all of us. The Station Manager’s secretary passed around a sign up sheet for the potluck food. We think about 20 people from the station will show up at some point during the day, along with spouses, girlfriends, and a few kids. So we are planning on feeding 50-60 people altogether.
For some reason, Tony and I got volunteered to cook the hamburgers and hotdogs, so we have to get there a little early and fire up the big grill. That’s fine by me – I can cook anything on a grill and have a secret seasoning mix to put in the hamburger meat that will give it a little kick and extra flavor. So I went to Food Lion last night and bought 20 pounds of ground chuck and made up the burgers. Tony’s dealing with the hot dogs and the charcoal.
I’m concerned that my snow white legs sticking out from my bathing suit trunks are going to scare small children. I haven’t been to the beach even once this whole summer and have absolutely no tan. But that’s what happens when you work the night shift – you get so pale you practically glow in the dark. But then again, my skinny white legs won’t be the only ones in the crowd.