Six cups of sugar, 3 1/3 gallons of water, 2 oz. root beer extract and 4 lbs. of dry ice give you: A) homemade root beer, B) instant status at the BBQ where you bring it and C) flashbacks to the science teacher playing with dry ice and/or that Halloween cauldron of mystery.

I think it turned out pretty well. It’s a taste you have to appreciate for what it isn’t: a commercial root beer that’s more like a punch in the mouth.

 

 

 

This is what magic sounds like. (click play)

Now some pictures from the BBQ. Click for larger versions.

Yip. That’s us.

The word was that whoever shares this cake will be wed. Best wishes, Mary and Peter.

Some had prepared speeches.

I still don’t understand why a ribbon was cut. You put a shovel into the ground to mark the beginning of construction. You cut a ribbon when you’re done. Here, what we had was an accord. People sign things with fancy pens for accords. I just hope picking the wrong ceremony doesn’t reduce the ligitmacy of the whole thing.

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