Eric Celeste Is a Good Cook, But He Snores
So last night Eric pulled himself a little caper. He and a friend of ours named Joe decided it would be funny to hop my fence and grill steaks in my backyard at 11 o’clock. Picture the scene: my wife and children are fast asleep. I’m still awake, piddling around, having just finished installing a wireless distribution system with a new AirPort Express. Then comes a text from Eric: “Do the steaks smell good?” This confuses me. Even more confusing, I see a car in my back driveway. As I’m trying to process the text message and the car, Eric and Joe bang on a sliding glass door, nearly causing me to lose control of my bowels.
Great gag. I repair to the patio, where they’ve got a half-drunk bottle of wine, and the steaks are just coming off the grill. Next thing you know, Adam joins us, and it’s 2 a.m. Which, of course, is a great time to start playing golf on the Wii. Just so you know.
Thing is, though, Eric “fell asleep” at about that point in the evening’s program. So I took this picture of him for the blog, by way of payback. And because we’re nothing if not technologically top-notch here at FrontBurner, I got this, too: ericsnores.wav.
Thanks for the good time last night, guys. Let’s do it again soon.
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