Pampered Chef 2: Electric Boogaloo
Today is Tango Day in Argentina so in the immortal words of The Violent Femmes, “Dance Motherf#cker, Dance”! Also, Motley Crue bassist, Nikki Sixx turns 48 today, so Happy Birthday and Shout At The Devil.
Apparently, majoring in drama at the University of Texas has helped Vince Young’s professional football career. VY pulled out another game winning drive as he capped a Houston Homecoming with a 39 yard touchdown run in overtime.
This past Saturday, The School Girl, Little Harry and I traveled to the Mount for SueBoo’s Pampered Chef party. The whole gang was there with Green Machine, Hoosier Girl and the rest of G-Man’s family. The day consisted of playing records, playing video games, drinking some beer and finally getting some songs on my mp3 playing cell phone.
These Pampered Chef parties are just another excuse (like we need one) to get everyone together. The ladies were sequestered in the kitchen, check books in hand, while the men were isolated in the garage listening to tunes and playing competitive games of Cricket (darts). My dart throwing skills seemed to diminish throughout the night; however, later in the evening my teammate, G-Man, vindicated me.
At one point, we actually ran out of brews and had to make a run to the local Kroger. Luckily we were only about a block from the store. After debating over which vehicle should be taken, G-Man’s brother-in-law, B2, suggested that we walk the short distance in the frigid weather. We believed that this was the best idea; however, as we were tramping down the street we noticed that B2 had tucked tail and run back to the heated house to sit with the rest of the women! On our return trip we started quoting lines from numerous Adam Sandler CDs and laughed way too much.
The Green Machine found out that Hoosier Girl had set up her own party to take place in January at their house. As I pointed and laughed at his misfortune, I found out that The School Girl had also set up a party for February at our house. The laughing ceased at this point. Oh well, more excuses for the guys to get together and have fun.
As the evening neared its end, G-Man and I were locked in a Cricket battle with Green Machine and Big D. After we throttled them in game 1 it was announced (how convenient) that we were playing a best 2 out of 3 games. From Big D’s opening toss our team was behind. We crawled ever so slowly back into the game and managed to get everything closed except for the bull’s-eyes. Our opponents needed 2 to win and we needed 5! G-Man, always a big game player, got three real quick bulls to basically tie the game. His back must have been spasming due to him carrying me the whole time. G-Man stepped to the line for the first of his 3 throws…bull! The crowd was silent. The second toss went wide right (like most FSU place kickers do). The pressure was on. Even with the sub-zero temperatures, sweat was forming on the brows of our combatants. The third throw was poised and ready…G-Man slung it towards the board…BULL! We had won. Green Machine and Big D walked in the house with their tails tucked firmly between their legs.
Overall, with a great pasta dinner prepared by SueBoo, it was a great night. I can’t wait to do it again…next weekend.
On a sad note, we finally gave up on little Bella and reluctantly sent her back to her original home. Many sniffles and a tear or two have been shed but we hope that she can find better parents that can deal with her better.
Apparently, majoring in drama at the University of Texas has helped Vince Young’s professional football career. VY pulled out another game winning drive as he capped a Houston Homecoming with a 39 yard touchdown run in overtime.
This past Saturday, The School Girl, Little Harry and I traveled to the Mount for SueBoo’s Pampered Chef party. The whole gang was there with Green Machine, Hoosier Girl and the rest of G-Man’s family. The day consisted of playing records, playing video games, drinking some beer and finally getting some songs on my mp3 playing cell phone.
These Pampered Chef parties are just another excuse (like we need one) to get everyone together. The ladies were sequestered in the kitchen, check books in hand, while the men were isolated in the garage listening to tunes and playing competitive games of Cricket (darts). My dart throwing skills seemed to diminish throughout the night; however, later in the evening my teammate, G-Man, vindicated me.
At one point, we actually ran out of brews and had to make a run to the local Kroger. Luckily we were only about a block from the store. After debating over which vehicle should be taken, G-Man’s brother-in-law, B2, suggested that we walk the short distance in the frigid weather. We believed that this was the best idea; however, as we were tramping down the street we noticed that B2 had tucked tail and run back to the heated house to sit with the rest of the women! On our return trip we started quoting lines from numerous Adam Sandler CDs and laughed way too much.
The Green Machine found out that Hoosier Girl had set up her own party to take place in January at their house. As I pointed and laughed at his misfortune, I found out that The School Girl had also set up a party for February at our house. The laughing ceased at this point. Oh well, more excuses for the guys to get together and have fun.
As the evening neared its end, G-Man and I were locked in a Cricket battle with Green Machine and Big D. After we throttled them in game 1 it was announced (how convenient) that we were playing a best 2 out of 3 games. From Big D’s opening toss our team was behind. We crawled ever so slowly back into the game and managed to get everything closed except for the bull’s-eyes. Our opponents needed 2 to win and we needed 5! G-Man, always a big game player, got three real quick bulls to basically tie the game. His back must have been spasming due to him carrying me the whole time. G-Man stepped to the line for the first of his 3 throws…bull! The crowd was silent. The second toss went wide right (like most FSU place kickers do). The pressure was on. Even with the sub-zero temperatures, sweat was forming on the brows of our combatants. The third throw was poised and ready…G-Man slung it towards the board…BULL! We had won. Green Machine and Big D walked in the house with their tails tucked firmly between their legs.
Overall, with a great pasta dinner prepared by SueBoo, it was a great night. I can’t wait to do it again…next weekend.
On a sad note, we finally gave up on little Bella and reluctantly sent her back to her original home. Many sniffles and a tear or two have been shed but we hope that she can find better parents that can deal with her better.
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