In one of my previous stories, I referenced a barbecue where I received a promising text from a promiscuous friend. Well, while I was at that barbecue, something else happened.
Let’s run it back. My friend Jenna organized a going away barbecue for herself. She was moving out of the city and had a sick roof deck that she wanted to exploit one last time. She had never done it before and it honestly sounded like a lot of fun. But then Jenna texted me with a minor problem she had.
Jenna: Hey! I’m going to have a going away barbecue on my rooftop this weekend. Are you free?
Me: Yup! I’ll be there.
Jenna: Great! BTW do you know how to barbecue?
Me: Uh… Yes… Why?
Jenna: Okay cool! Nobody else does. Thanks for barbecuing! I’m sure it’ll be great :)
Let me be clear: at no point did I volunteer to cook for 30 people, many of whom would be strangers to me. But Jenna had been a good friend for many years, she was moving across the country, and at the end of the day, I didn’t mind it. We coordinated on a menu, she bought everything, and I got ready for the barbecue.