We spent Sunday evening roasting marshmallows and weiners and just having a grand old time chillin' around the bonfire. The girls sang campfire songs for a while...and would have kept going except we begged them to stop! (In our defense, many of the songs they were singing were ones which needed the accompanying actions in order to make sense, but it was too dark to see the actions.)
Mark figured this was a good time to burn palm branches. So he and Dave twisted them up into torches, 'cause that just seemed like a cool thing to do. Mark tied his up with tape, and Dave basically called him a wuss, since he himself was just using a piece of palm branch to fasten his torch...but then Mark's torch burst into huge flames and he said "mock my tape, will ya? My torch is better than your torch!" To which Dave replied "yeah, well real men don't need tape!"
Dave's second torch was more successful than his first:
The girls wanted in on the action...and yes, yes we ARE the kind of parents who let our children play with fire! (Only over the firepit though, we weren't so careless as to let them run around with flaming palm branches!)
I couldn't believe how bright these things were!! We had to move our chairs back from the flames...and institute a one-torch-at-a-time rule because the heat was just too intense otherwise.
Valerie and I left the torch burning to others, and just roasted marshmallows...although it took longer than normal since we had to keep leaning away from the big balls of fire!
...Val's marshmallow caught on fire so she joked it was her torch!
A wonderful end to a wonderful day!