Friday night, great timing.
I've invited a bunch of my friends over to my "you can whip it out and relieve yourself without legal hindrance " back yard. Big fire in the fire pit, libation imbibed only as tribute to the Gods, nums nums, and it's been agreed in advance: If anyone crashes the party we roast them on the holy spit and offer up their charred remains to Pan and Bacchus.
Laissez les bontemps roulez!