Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Weekend update


There he is. Serge was handling some kind of food item which is forever bewitching to the George. When I walked him yesterday, a fully grown middle-aged man started cooing and fawning over him, "T'es bon bien beau, toi," completely ignoring the human at the other end of the leash. George has his own way of bewitching too.


At the barbecue on Saturday, the gang did a rendition of the TV show I may get on. This was their grade for the supper. Pretty good for barbecue fare. It was a lot of work! We spent basically two days preparing. I made 2 seven-layer dips, crab dip, cream-cheese and salsa filled celery sticks, deviled eggs, potato salad, caesar salad, cheese plates, and a crudite plate. On the bbq, we had burgers, gourmet sausages (might be an oxymoron, that) and marinated chicken breasts. I made the "dangerous" punch. I only drank the punch all night and boy did I get snockered. Serge said I titubais at the end. (wobbled)


While I was responsible for the cooking, Serge was responsible for cleaning and arranging furniture. He also had this idea to buy glow sticks which he whipped out after people were at an appropriate level of inebriation. Giant phallic glow sticks. Yeah. We did have about 10 minutes of rain, but it wasn't enough to ruin the party. The real rain didn't start until everyone left.


Another great thing was seeing my long lost cousin Cindi after all these years. Turns out she lives in Toronto and she popped up for the weekend to visit. Most of the guests at the party were francophones but they all spoke English with my cousin. Serge's long lost cousin was also at the barbecue so there was some serendipity there.


Someone left this garment. We've been trying to figure out who so we can give it back but no one is claiming it. It's a bit tight for me or I'd shut up and keep it. Anybody?


Finally, we have the traditional contest between Serge and Emilie, and as you can see, Emilie has won once again. She really does have a talent with this. You can imagine how much fun they have trying to come up with the vilest food combination to gross everyone out. I used to have a friend that if you showed him something like the above, he would set to uncontrollable gagging and occasional cookie-tossing. Seriously, once I showed him the foam from a pepsi I had burped up and he vomited right on the spot. Splashed my shoe even.

11 comments:

Rox said...

You almost look like Justin Bieber in that hoodie. Seriously.

I'm glad that your party was such a success!

GayProf said...

Looks like a fun party.

Lucky George. If only I could find a fully grown middle-aged man to coo and fawn over me...

CoffeeDog said...

Aw Gay Prof, I am sure you are coo-worthy!

The barf story made me giggle

Snooze said...

Strangely enough I think Emilie looks adorable in that photo. I'm sure she looks even better without showing half-chewed food, but still.

Summer said...

One word: Unabomber

Anonymous, too said...

Maybe you and Serge should get your cousins microchipped in case any more of them get lost.

And Summer's so right: Definitely the Unabomber wanted posters.

Blobby said...

Salsa filled celery sticks? Do tell!!!

Birdie said...

Summer beat me to it: Unabomber—after putting the jacket in the dryer.

Rick said...

Looks like fun.

Though I wouldn't go into a bank dressed like that.

Rebekah said...

I can get close to the barfing...but it's never actually happened.

Why oh why about the grossness?

dirkmancuso said...

Oh to be as thin as you...

The last photo of Serge and Emile made me laugh because I do that to The Fella and he gets grossed out.