Walking into the Frys grocery store, the red plastic awning was stretched out in front calling customer’s attention from the parking lot.
The closer I approach to the entrance of the automatic sliding doors, the smell of barbeque flows under my nose. The loudspeaker blaring a familiar song that I’m sure has the words, “USA” somewhere….is playing in the air.
The last summer holiday weekend is here and everything you need for a great party is just inside these set of doors. The ribs being cooked outside under the speakers, are just $6.99 a pound.
Thoughts fill my head.
Thick green blades of grass filling up a back yard. A game of friendly competitive cornhole being played among friends drinking out of red solo cups. The smell of that barbeque drifting from the smoky grill, off to the side of the cornhole game.
Kids wearing goggles and floaties along their arms, jumping in unison into a bright blue refreshing pool. At the table on the patio more friends sitting around with their red solo cups, smiling and laughing.
And in this backyard, somewhere in the background, a song playing. A familiar song that you are sure will say USA at some point.
This is how the perfect Labor Day weekend is sold to us. Friends gathering outside. Eating ribs, chicken, burgers or brats. Anything that is cooked on a grill. Cold fruit and cold drinks sitting around a cold pool.
This is the last official holiday weekend of the summer, so you need to enjoy every second of it.
As this daydream dissolves from my mind, I feel sweat forming on the back of my neck. The sliding glass doors open and I walked through feeling instant relief of the air conditioning blowing upon my warm skin.
The reality of my situation sets in.
In Phoenix, Arizona there are no smiling faces playing cornhole in a backyard filled with grass. The truth is….is that it’s just too damn hot.
And while yes, I will be making ribs this weekend. But I will be eating those ribs, inside my air-conditioned house…while watching Mind Hunters on NetFlix.
Labor Day is a sign that summer is almost over. And here in Phoenix, we can’t wait until that’s a proven fact.
Because the truth is….in a few months when everyone is stuck inside due to cold weather and snow, us Phoenicians will be out grilling and enjoying a game of cornhole on a winter’s day.
No holiday needed for that event. No marketing tactics needed to sell us the perfect barbeque party.
I for one, can’t wait.