About three nights per week, we have an FPN. Nan bought Corey and I the fire-pit for our wedding gift and it has been quite the pleasure. Who knew how satisfying it would be to sit around the pit and share war stories? Something about that pit brings out strange and comedic tales and I feel that I know my fellow FPNers better because of them. The premise is simple: the pit is lit, we grab a brew or two and have several hours of amusing conversation. We are hooked and we can't stop. Steph and Kev are repeat FPN offenders. Slowly but surely, we have lured them into our lair... Don't YOU want to come out and play????
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Aha! Now we have a name for it: FPN! We're putting a permanent fire ring in the new yard and we shall christen it PNWFPN! Okay, maybe not...it's a little wordy, no?! But what IS IT about sitting around a fire with a beverage of choice? That's all the entertainment anyone needs!
Wait, why have i never been invited to a fire pit night?
that sounds like so much fun!
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