This is a pretty juvenile thing to whine about, given that I know many others with more serious problems right now, but hey it's my blog. I figure that gives me the inalienable right to whine like a petulant three-year-old child.
I came home from work yesterday to discover a lovely notice from my apartment complex. Apparently, it is now part of the California State Fire Codes that "multi-family" dwellings, such as my apartment building, are no longer allowed to grill on their patios. No charcoal, no propane, no nothing. If we do not remove our grill post haste we could be in violation of our lease which means, penalties or my personal favorite....eviction.
Never mind that you pay your rent on time, don't harass people, don't leave your dog's shit lying in the middle of the sidewalk, and have never bounced your rent check. You have a grill on your patio! Be gone!
Reflect for a moment on how happy The Boyfriend was to get this bit of news. Separating a red-blooded American male from his grill? Yeah, he's been a peach.
I love the timing of this. Right before the July 4th holiday. Way to go asswipes.
I did some digging today, and sure enough, the state of California has been cracking down on this. I understand why they're doing it, what with half of northern California burning down at the moment. Still, it galls me that I can't grill because I refuse to live above my means and buy a non-scary, non-dilapidated house for half a million dollars and because a few assholes every year leave their grill unattended and start fires.
So where does that leave me? I did some investigating online. Electric grills are OK. Grills of all sorts are fine if 1) your patio is made of something that won't burn down, like concrete or 2) you have a sprinkler system on your patio. Also, grills with teeny propane tanks (like those used for camping) appear to be OK, although I can't seem to get a solid answer on that.
I still haven't a clue what I'll end up doing about this (past the whining of course). Probably buying a stove top grill. Which doesn't solve the problem of the unhappy man I have to live with who thinks the only way to cook meat is over an open flame. Joy.
On the bright side, we literally ran out of propane this past weekend. Maybe that was a warning sign from the gods?