Now that was a unique weekend. Work, Yardwork, and a Party. I still hate prom, and um…stuff.
My big brother is weirder than I am. This was evident on Mothers Day. 'Nuff said.
The Geef’s B-day was a blast. The Divine J actually made it out of captivity to attend. You guys want to know something? This city possesses a lot of beautiful people. No foolin’, there were a ton of beautiful people at the party. I can’t recall the name of the article I read where visitors from NYC were actually surprised at the number of beautiful people in our fair city. (What, did they think we traipse around Nicollet and 9th in overalls and flannel with a corn-cob pipe?) So yeah…beautiful people. Now what in the hell was I doing there? (Bah-dum-dum.)
Party highlights:
1) P’s party foul: Bumping the Weef’s Sham-Pag-Nah on herself and her dress. She did a marvelous re-coup of form by giving herself a cat bath in front of stunned partygoers…however I was still left feeling cloddish and uncoordinated. I am a 7 ft tall 12 year old with big feet inside a 30 yr old martial artists body…that’s how uncoordinated I am. I’m kidding. I ate a 7 ft tall 12 year old for dinner and absorbed his cloddishness.
2-P’s "I guess I can’t drink like I’m 20 anymore" moment: 2 glasses of veeno for meeno, and I was lit like a candle. (Even J held herself up better) I wanted to keep it light so J didn’t have a loopy fiancee to welcome her to the party, which apparently didn’t matter. THIS is what I get for lowering my booze intake. My tolerance has declined significantly. (Insert Cheap Date joke here)
3-P’s "WTF" overheard comment, moment: "You’re flirty". Some people, my goodness. If you smile, say complimentary things, and generally try and act like a polite individual you’re wind up getting labeled a flirt? Um, yo- fiancee’ standing right-next-to-me? My hand rubbing the lower part of her back affectionately? Hello? I guess my definition of flirty is "making subtle advances with a preferred result at the end." Me? I have no preconceptions. I know who I get to go home with. And really, I’m kinda shallow. There aren't any deeper meanings. (I save those for my sweet baby.) And I kiss everybody. Everybody. That’s how the P family is. We have Southern manners, and we’re touchy feely. Just, not in a creepy "Todd Solondz" kinda way, you know? Yeesh.
4-P’s Proud moment: J saying "He looks really good." (Referring to the Geef and his disappearing weight trick.) Yee-Haw. AND, I'm proud of the fact that my sweet baby came out to play. I do love her so. Seriously, has anyone seen her since she cut her bangs?
MIA (Or, I just left too early to have seen them) Talon, Kaiser the flirt, Mother-san. There were others, I'm sure…oh yes, there were.
I encourage others to post their own funny stories from the party, or observations on my loutish behaviour.
Mmmmmwah.
3 comments:
You know normally me and my flirtatiousness would be there in all my glory, but bless the sweet heart of Talon... she was sick. Hear it was fun! I saw the Geef at the McDonalds Noodle company on Sunday and he asked me if I was at the party. I said no... he said: "Huh, I wasn't sure. There were so many people there!"
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.
It's all relative to the size of your steeple.
*sniff* *sniff*
*cough* *cough*
spent all day saturday in bed... and not in a fun way, mind you. on day 3 of laying around in my jammies... at least they're pink jammies!
sorry to have missed you... glad to have been missed though!
K and T music factory- There were hella lotta people. (It got very berry hot inside.) T, feel better. Nothing like a spring cold to knock you out of commission. K- I wasn't even sure that I was at the party. (A mix of me being a lightweight and having ADHD I wouldn't even be able to tell you who was all there)
And Weef- I still felt bad. I don't think I can party or go out without committing at least one party foul a night. I'm surprised the "beautiful ones" don't ban me from going out.
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