I come to university, the international students are meeting, there is a barbecue. Just look for the balloons.
The postgraduate students are meeting Friday afternoon, we are having a barbecue!
The archery club is hosting a competition. We are having not one, but two barbecues. Bring a plate.
The phone rings: “hey, Steve and his wife are coming down for the weekend, we are having a barbecue, wanna come?”
I’ve been back in Australia for two weeks now. Maybe I should have celebrated, rolled out the barbie and chucked on a sausage or two. But honestly, sometimes this obsession with the sizzling sausage is overwhelming.