there were more weenies (and puns) than you can shake a toothpick at.
there was a 60-year-old gay man who was in love with my ass.
there was a roaring outdoor fire.
there was a roaring indoor fire, once the damper was opened.
there was a rumor going around that it was my birthday.
there was cake.
there were presents.
there were denials on my part, and rightly so, about the birthday.
there was at least one violent cat allergy.
there may have been actual hugging of the teddy grahams.
there were several 6-degrees-of-separation occurences that blew my mind.
there were two doctors. one was homeopathic.
there were two dozen bottles of wine.
there were donated meatballs in a brand new crockpot.
there was the odor of melting plastic eminating from the brand new crockpot.
there were secrets revealed.
there was 80 people in my house.
and there is no photographic evidence that any of this occurred.
Posted by xta at February 20, 2006 10:56 AM | TrackBackI may have hugged, or even made out with, a Teddy Graham. Or two.
I may have shaken a toothpick at a number of weenies. And chunks of pineapple.
I may also have been in love with your ass, but not "that way."
I most certainly had a lovely time, and listened to Betty Hutton all the way home. Thanks!!
Posted by: minty at February 20, 2006 04:34 PMthose are the two biggest crock pots i have EVER seen.
Posted by: lisa at February 20, 2006 07:02 PMDamn that us having moved to another city thing! I miss your bacon-wrapped wieners.
Posted by: htrouser at February 20, 2006 11:27 PMlisa, i don't know if you can even buy a crock pot smaller than that these days! (that one held approximately 7 packages of weenies. maybe 8. i lost count.)
and mr. trouser... i miss your enthusiasm for my wieners. i truly do.
Posted by: christa at February 21, 2006 12:41 AMThe wieners did not get the best of me. Rematch next year?
Posted by: Phil at February 22, 2006 12:44 AM