Weekends are fun
2 girls and a blog got together for a BBQ yesterday at Velma's house! It was unexpected fun (don't take the unexpected part personal Velma).
We learned a game called "Three die". The older folk taught us and the one and only Mealone won $6 and some change(may not be much to you but guess who paid her own way into the club that night?????). It(the game) was being hosted by a husband/wife hustle team. The yoked us into the game but conveinetly won 2 out of 6 games (MAFIA). So basic. So FUN! Anyone can win (uh-huh).
Anyway the highlights of the night where:
Lil Magic and her cheering.
Birthday girl being all friendly (still don't understand, they must have slipped her Mike's Hard Lemonade)
Mealone riding the horse(literally!).
"Someone" trying to front as usual.
Velma and hubby reenacting "What's love got to do with it" and making us laugh to tears!
A certain tall man referred to as "Giraffe" trying to holla at anything.....
Moosh getting punked by the leader of the "3 die" gambit.
Getting lost in upstate NY.
Getting invited on a yacht......and later finding out it was a tugboat of a married man who was married to a female cop(you know the females on the force are nutso-are you trying to get us killed?).
Listening intensly to Velma's grandpa and realizing he is more interesting than half of the people at the party combined.
Listening to Velma's friend complain about above.
posted by Felicite @ 1:46 PM
2 Comments:
That lady was trying to be my best friend then totally punked me. Im still pissed. I deserved to win that round of "3 die".
LMAO.....
I'm glad that you all had fun. I missed lil magic's performance (Big Up to In Living Color--they aught to bring that ish back) but I get to see her every day.
I've only been in the presence of the cap'n of the SS Minnow once or twice and that was more than enough. Didn't know wifey was a cop--that would explain things (opposites attract)
and Moosh~~You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
~Kenny Rogers~
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