Yesterday I went to a bbq at a friends house. There were a lot of people there, only half I knew. We played Wii U Smash Bros while waiting for food to be cooked. Last time this particular friend had a bbq, he didn't have any cheese for the burgers, but I put 3 slices in my pocket before I left for his house that I fondly refer to as pocket cheese. We played with the dogs for a little bit, both were beautiful dogs, but my favorite was their Australian Shepard with its big blue eyes. Afterwards we did mad libs, one was a story about how to hire a prostitute, and the other was about how to properly use a tampon, both ended up being hilarious, I wish I could remember exactly how they went with our additions, but it was fun. We moved on to Cards Against Humanity, I did better than I usually do even though I had mostly crap. I was saddened when I used the dead parents card on someone who didn't appreciate it, and really regretted it when the next card was "What is Batman's guilty pleasure?" We played til just before midnight and the rest of us finally were ready to leave. The host asked if anyone wanted any stuff to take home, I said I would take some sodas, so to my delight, he loaded up my car with 3x 12 packs of sodas. Sadly there wasn't any food left, but all in all, a good time and a great haul home. My car made a loud whining sound as I left that worried me, I'm hoping it was just cold, but then I thought it might be the transmission fluid. Hopefully it will be ok til I get some more money. When I got home I watched some Nostalgia critic.