The idea was to have the class over for an afternoon of frolfing, beering and barbecuing. The reality was an evening of drinking some really great beer, breaking an almost full bottle of Patron (which is a good thing in retrospect, as the hurt would have been just that much worse if we’d drank it), and generally hanging around the fire until 2 am. In not un-related news, there were only five students in the first period FCF class. I was not one of them.