Bro-Chill Cookout

So I guess it was back in October when Blake, Peej and I started a sort-of tradition of having an impromptu cookout in the church parking lot every couple Sunday afternoons.
They're always really awesome; we just chill, grill up some burgers and bratwursts, listen to a football game on the radio and hang out.
But yesterday was BY FAR the best one EVER.
At first I was kind of thinking it was going to suck because when we got to Harris Teeter with everyone to buy all the food, I looked around at all the dudes that were there, and it was a bunch of guys that never really hang out with each other, and so I thought it was going to be really awkward.
So we picked out everything that we wanted, headed up to the checkout line and created an absolute debacle trying to figure how to split $60 amongst eleven guys, when a few of them had either only a debit card or no cash at all.
But we finally figured it out and headed back to the church to get the cookout going.
The first few burgers were a little iffy, but they started turning out well, once we got into a groove.
I was working on polishing off the the last of the brats, when we heard the fire alarm for the church go off, turned around and saw Blake walking out the door with a look of absolute horror on his face.
Evidently the smoke from the grill had gotten into the air ducts and set off the alarm.
Some dudes (not firefighters) came by and told us to move the grill farther away from the intake, and we were all good.
Then some of the guys found a huge slingshot in the core room and started firing off our excess coca-cola cans with it.
I was on the phone with Alexis Arkfeld when I almost got nailed with one and let some choice words slip out. (Sorry Alexis!)
We decided to move it to the back parking lot to see just how far we could really launch these bad boys and when we ran out of soda cans, resorted to rocks, a shoe, some cupcakes and...a bottle of urine.
Spencer and I were the guys holding the slingshot when this particular load of vile ammunition was loaded into the slingshot.
Not once was either of us hit with a cupcake, soda can or even a rock.
But I got smacked in the arm with the bottle of my friends' pee.
Awesome.
We later found out that dumping the coals into a storm drain was a terrible idea because there Were dead leaves down there that are evidently highly flammable...whoops...
We got the fire put out, and all was right with the world again.
I think God really surprised me with the amount of brotherhood and fellowship that went on between this group of guys that ordinarily hardly ever talk to each other, and all-in-all, it was a really awesome cookout.
Time for school :(
Bye