So, where am I at ever party? Next to the firepit. Tending it. Making it roar. With exactitude. Moving every little ember closer to the main pile. I love to see a good fire going. Control. Keeping people warm. While I think. And the faces cast in shadows flickering, the silent people, appreciative. Bonfires are very nice. Pallet fires also. Ripping up the wood, breaking it to size. Gathering tinder is a fun occupation. I like the small piece of wood, filling every area around the main blaze, the large piece of wood, banking the coals with more and more small twigs. Haven't got to sparking with flint and such yet, but I'm sure that's fun. Night is made for fires. Fires all down the arc of human history. Story telling. Don't burn my poking stick!