We had a nice turnout for the barbeque yesterday. It's the first time we've thrown any kind of party in almost five years, since our wedding in 2004. The skies cooperated and though it got rather cool in the evening (we dragged out blankets for people to drape themselves with) there were no spoiling downpours. I prepped WAY too much food. I think I have forty hamburgers and 30 hotdogs and 6 chicken breasts left. It was pretty much a perfect night - good food, lots of drinks and oodles of laughter. This morning I'm rather hung but that was to be expected.
We had a couple of really funny moments. Here you see the collapsed chair next to Bryan who immediately shrieked, "I'm gonna sue!" Naturally him and his hubby had driven up from the states. They're old friends who recently moved to Boston from California so it was fun to reconnect with them and have an excuse to go visit Boston.
When it started getting cold I decided that I needed a sweatshirt so I headed for the walk-in closet. Unfortunately I didn't think about the fact that you have to go through our only bathroom to get to the closet. Without even thinking I barged in on poor Emilie who thankfully had just stood up from her pee. The look she gave me! All I had in my mind was the image of the sweatshirt hanging in the closet so I was kind of shocked too. Embarassing.
Speaking of girls peeing. When the party was winding down, someone made the observation that "they couldn't believe how many girls leave the seat up." I knew this one because I'm sure we've discussed it here on the blog before. "That's because they only sit down at home!" I clarified for him. Then I had to imagine all the female party guests in that awkward squat. I giggled at each image that conjured. I was thinking it was the booze, but I'm giggling still this morning. Happy Sunday peeps.