First Fire

In a New Joisey accent:

Spring is sprung
Da grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies iz
Da little boids is on da wing
Ain't dat absoid
Da little wings is on da boid 

Tonight we lit the first fire of the year, meself and me pal, out the back of his house.
His wife commented, 'the man-dates have started!'
Such a dry cold night, stars clear in the sky, perfect for a 'man-date' in my opinion.

I was dressed for the cold, (red tartan lumber jacket over a fleece shirt, and me hat, the one I always wear, the 'Stew' hat I'm famous for), like a 'duck-hunter from Canadia' as me pal put it'. He was still in his winter work-gear.
Blazing fire, cans of beer, cold night air, radio playing, talk of football. Perfect.
Easy to keep guys happy eh? Who needs fancy bars? A few logs, warm clothes, alky hole, chat.

Many silent gaps, just staring into the flames, listening to the music, (Isn't it great how men can spend good time together without having to talk?) then suddenly remembering old times, loud laughs, more silence, sparks from the fire. Hotdogs (me pal is a 'merican citzen!) More beer, more laughs.

Most enjoyable night, most enjoyable!