Inevitable, really

We're throwing a small bonfire party tonight. The weather forecast? 13 degrees, but clear skies. The sky up until five minutes ago? Blue as the blessed virgin's mantle. The sky now? DOOM.

I do hope it gets over itself quickly. And preferably a mile or so south of here. (Or anywhere, really, but the wind seems to be northerly.) I was really looking forward to those toasted marshmallows.

Update: It did get over itself. We had a wonderful clear, cold night. Good party. I like parties. Lots of lovely people and lovely food and drink and fire. Okay, there isn't always fire, but there was this time. Good party. (According to the only criterion that counts: did I have a good time? Yes. Ergo, good party.)