On the Denial of Thirst Quenching

In which a request is granted and an apology is offered.

I apologize in advance for this post, it is rather dumb.

"The sun beat down relentlessly. Even though it was six in the evening there was no break in sight from the heat, or the humidity. Everyone agreed that being outside was a miserable experience, all week long walking outside felt like walking through a cloud. A gross, sticky, hot cloud. But it was a cookout, and so we were outside, because that is how cookouts work.

Upon my arrival Matt approached me and asked if I would be willing to man the grill. There is very little else in life that I enjoy as much as grilling. Something about it is relaxing, so I told Matt that I would be happy to do so.

With a whisper of gas and a pop of ignition the grill came to life. The low roar of the flames heated the grilling racks, remnants of past grilling adventures searing off and falling into the flames. As the grill approached it's optimal cooking temperature I tore open the packages of hot dogs and place them upon the grill. Staying near the grill I monitored their progress, watching as they first warmed, then cook. Turning them frequently kept them even and burn-free but it came with a price.

As I stood near the grill the swelter of the summer day along with the heat emanating from the grill caused my body temperature to rise. Perspiration began to form on my forehead, I grew more and more uncomfortable as the minutes past. The quest for dinner was costing me my hydration. Precious water was rolling down my face, no longer was my body 61% water, could I survive this costly endeavor? Would this cookout spell my doom? The end was fast approaching, just as I thought that I would not be able to last much longer I looked down and pronounced, 'Food's ready.'

People came up requesting a hot dog or two and I gladly served them, freeing myself from my fiery prison. When I finished helping the last of my friends I turned from the grill. Salvation was at hand. I walked over to a cooler filled with ice and refreshing looking water. I reached into the depths and pulled out a bottle, glad for the chilling effect the cold plastic had on my hand. Moving to unscrew the cap I noticed that there was water leaking out. Upon squeezing the life giving water shot out of two small holes, plummeting to the ground with a soft splash.

'This is ridiculous,' I remarked to those eating their food. Everyone looked up, some laughing, as the water continued to drain from the bottle.

'Maybe you should blog about it,' Kevin remarked with a smug grin"

Done and done.