It Isn't A Party Until...
...something gets broken: only one wine glass. We must be getting old.
...someone puts their foot in their mouth: Drunk Girl says to N, "Why are you so grumpy? You could have that (gestures to Fibby) if you weren't so grumpy." N gestures to nearby wife, H, and says, "But I'm already married to that."
...two-and-a-half pounds of bacon is cooked: description unnecessary.
...two-hundred oysters are shucked.
...drunk dialing occurrs: We missed you, Burger!
Seriously, it was a great night, and a great morning/afternoon. Bacon, pug dogs, tree trimmin', cheap wine, couch surfers, sixteen hours of Christmas music, oysters, nine cars in our driveway. Kudos to all who came out! Happy Holidays, Merry OysterFestivus, and a Happy New Year!
...someone puts their foot in their mouth: Drunk Girl says to N, "Why are you so grumpy? You could have that (gestures to Fibby) if you weren't so grumpy." N gestures to nearby wife, H, and says, "But I'm already married to that."
...two-and-a-half pounds of bacon is cooked: description unnecessary.
...two-hundred oysters are shucked.
...drunk dialing occurrs: We missed you, Burger!
Seriously, it was a great night, and a great morning/afternoon. Bacon, pug dogs, tree trimmin', cheap wine, couch surfers, sixteen hours of Christmas music, oysters, nine cars in our driveway. Kudos to all who came out! Happy Holidays, Merry OysterFestivus, and a Happy New Year!
Labels: Friends and Family, OysterFest, Ramblings
posted by Cameron | 8:19 PM
2 Comments:
Now that was a GREAT party! I'm still laughing at the foot-in-mouth comment. Brilliant.
And speaking of bacon, I still smell like bacon nearly 10 hours after leaving your house (and so does my pillow, sweater, and everything else that was residing in your abode this morning during bacon-cooking time). I managed to bring a little of the party home with me! (now why couldn't I have managed to bring the sticky buns part of the pary home with me instead!?)
Thanks again! :-)
I'm so bummed that I wasn't drunk dialed. Sigh. What would Cindi Lou Who do at this time of year?
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