SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!!!
It's the first annual Will-Riney-Frank-Scott-Rob
The Will's were kind enough, or at least paying forward some good posse karma, and opened their house to all of us. A last minute party favor was arranged by out stellar hostess and with the exception of a foot pedal to operate the spigot while holding a baby it was perfect addition. This was far better than the one made out of a 5 gallon water cooler, a spare garbage disposal, and leftover PVC tubing. The pool was perfect. The grill was sizzling. We had enough baby gear to make Jon & Kate jealous. We were missing the Rob squad due to their remote location. We will be infiltrating the land of hippies and poorly planned toll roads next weekend to see if we can further coerce them to leave that mota smoking compound and head north to the silicone and botox capital of Texas.
My wife asked if I thought everything went well? I thought for a moment and realized that every fell perfectly into place. Guys gathered around the table talking about guy things (boobs, movies, glory days, Chuck's new book idea, applying for a patent for a foot pedal operated rita machine). The girls hanging around lounge chairs talking about girl things (their wonderful and doting husbands, pedicures, cookie recipes, high fashion). And the kids somewhere in between. Entropy had been achieved.
I don't know about you guys...but I thought it went great!