Here we witness what I like to call the "segregation phenomenon." I've mostly observed it in dinner party settings, where some grilled item (in our case, kabobs) is on the menu. Like moths to a flame, the boys will congregate at the grill to make sure proper grilling protocol is observed. Yes, it would be nice if they would come enjoy appetizers with the girls, but they can't. Their DNA simply will not allow something to be grilled unattended.
Friday night we had the Lung's, the Rabideau's and the Curtis' over for dinner. We laughed, we played games, and generally had a raucous time. Notice the classy red dixie cups? We went all out. You can be sure when you come to dinner at our house, that we don't play around.
The photos above are a little tribute to Mark Curtis, and all the weird stuff he's eaten at other people's houses. For some reason, everyone blogs a weird photo of him either eating something on a dare, or in our case, enjoying some pineapple in a lascivious manner. Either way, if he wants to go down in 4th ward as the eater-of-weird-things, that's fine with me. We'll keep inviting them over out of pure entertainment value! Your dinner guests really should have blog-potential, and ours didn't disappoint! Thanks for a fun evening, you guys!!!
5 comments:
That was SOOO much fun. We really should do that again with the same group. Thanks for having us!!
Hey I know Mark and Rebecca...we use to be in the Cary 1st ward with them! They are awesome and looks like you all had a good time!
hahaha Sarah you're FUNNY!! I had tons of fun and thank you for inviting us!!!! Love the new layout
Ha Ha,FYI I no longer feel guilty!!!! :) :)
segregation DNA???? I distinctly recall being kicked out of the kitchen/dining room. The stare from my wife froze my blood. I was trying to warm up out near the flame.
Word to my Brothers!
p.s. - honey, you left your blog open. I think it's the only reason i was able to leave a comment.
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