It was Canada day on Saturday and I had a BBQ. As a result of my laziness and people RSVPing and disappearing, only about half of the people who were supposed to showed up. You'd think I'd be bitter or feel like a loser, but I really don't. I was afraid of people coming because then I'd have to entertain them. Instead I sat around and did nothing.
Crazy with an X
BBQing went off without a hitch - unless you count the fact that I didn't know how to BBQ a hitch. Becky saved the day with her sweet, sweet BBQing skills. I’m going to get her a hat, or a tshirt, or an apron.
Nothing says festive like decorated fruit plates.
For the first time ever, people were downstairs as a group. The usual protocol for a party at my house is: homos, girls and Asia upstairs; Nick, Dave and Rob downstairs. Unless they're starting shit like hiding menorahs or trying to beat me up. Only Rob learned his lesson when I owned him at Chrismukkah so it didn't happen. Yes Rob, I did own you. Delude yourself into thinking you pinned me but you didn't. I'll own you again to prove it too. (In about 30 seconds, I should have about 20 emails from Rob challenging me to a duel.)
We brought back an old event: The Roman Candle battle. Only mine didn't light at the same time as Rob's and I wound up scurrying around like a chipmunk trying not to get hit. By the time I could react I was out of breath and my strep throat was staging a coup in my body. So Rob let me shoot at him without trying. Sweet. Becky said it was like we were Harry Potter.
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