Big & Shiny
The Sysmistress has another garden this year. The obligatory tomatoes (normal and plum), broccoli, green peppers, cucumbers, and watermelon.
I'm eating lots of salad. And everything has a garnish. If we have enough tomatoes, soon I'll make my own Bloody Marys.
This weekend, we're having a drive-in party. Yes. You're invited. There will be Airfare's cheap. Chez Sysm beckons.
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8:40 AMI'm bringing something tasty to eat. Any requests? Dessert? Appetizer?
Another movie starring Dilf?
9:14 AM
As long as it's not that “art” film I made in college.
9:50 AM
So. Jealous.
I'd load up Hubby and the kid and come running in a heartbeat if we didn't already have plans to go to the county fair this weekend with my brother and his wife and kid.
So, while you're eating fresh vegetables and staring at Dilf's giant head, I'll be eating fried dough and spinning wildly on the Tilt-A-Whirl.
10:09 AM
oddly enough tits, both scenarios you described are vomit inducing.
12:20 PM
Re: Dilf and his "art" film.
He was young. And confused. And ticklish. And lactose intolerant.
Not pretty.
3:53 PM
Well, I liked it.
3:57 PM
I want to come to a party and eat eat fresh veg, instead of being here in brisbane all by my lonesome.
8:52 PM
If I am not mistaken, Dilf was sporting a lovely mullet in his silver screen (or should I say big blue tarp) debut. I have found mullets give a certain credibility to those who opine on desktop publishing software:)
Sorry I will miss it, but I will be committing suicide by mountain bike in the Utah desert.
10:10 PM
ReWhatever, my husband did NOT have a mullet.
So there.
10:59 PM
And I'll be pushing papers for The Man. I long to come to one of these, though.
9:01 AM
Nick, it's just about as far as Tulsa. Drive on up, we have crappy roads too.
9:58 AM
Spending all that time with computers has left your cartography skills wanting, my friend.
7:38 PM
I'm putting enough garlic in my potato salad that Nick can smell us from Kansas.
7:42 PM
Oh. My. God. You make Bloody Marys with homegrown tomatoes?! YUM!!
9:21 PM
Tits - you are always welcome in the Central Time Zone.
Kitty - If you want, we'll webcam you in.
Rewhatever - Mullet? No. Soulpatch? Regrettably, yes.
Nick - never challenge another man's grasp of cartography. That's mocking him as a man.
Ubie - That'll go nicely with my neighbor's Tandoori Chicken.
Pants - Your drink will be waiting.
11:00 PM
Sorry, Dilf.
11:43 PM
Drat ubermilf, i was gonna bring Café Iberico's garlic potatoes. (not that i won't scarf yours down, of course.) hmmmm, rethinking
And really, sysm is being modest here. The evening is perfect:
Rows of kids in their little lawn chairs in the front, crickets chirrping, those classic drive-in shorts where popcorn is on a swing and hot dogs jump in buns. And the dessert table the Missus puts out? I think I could have made a life-sized model of myself if i took the time to mold the rice krispie treats -- anatomically-correct with chocolate covered pretzels and cupcakes. I ate that much instead.
It's all perfect.
Drop everything and join in! Get in your cars and planes and blindly get yourselves here. Maybe U•Milf and I will even be moved to have a wrestle over some feminist issue to amuse you all between reels.
12:13 AM
H. O. T.
9:46 AM
I'd rather have a pillow fight, or perhaps a tickle fest.
10:20 AM
Meh, they all sound like too much work. How about a pillow fest?
1:50 PM
maybe a garlic potato fest.
2:30 PM
I really want to go to this party, but blah blah work blah blah blah I live in Kentucky.
I'm going to start making my own vermouth, because I always forget to buy it, making my Manhattans too dry even for me.
5:03 PM
How about a combined pillow and tickle fest, where we lie on pillows and handsome, scantily-clad men tickle our feet with feathers?
6:08 PM
change the "tickling" to "placing our feet in tubs of garlic potato salad" and i'm in.
Kentucky isn't that far. The U.S. is for roadtrippin, my friends! I've gotten to Kentucky on the back of a motorcycle in an afternoon. (granted i was almost sobbing by the end, but i've done it)
Pick up Road Food to help you get here and put the petal to the metal. You read it: there is sysbeckoning going on here.
10:41 PM
Anyone - Will she get mad if I point out that cars don't have petals. Or sepals.
Accept maybe the Corolla.
10:04 AM
Sorry, i meant stamen. Put that to the metal. Now get in the damn car.
10:07 AM
Maybe harpy queen could wrestle Nick.
I'd pay money for that.
Also, Harpy Queen is bringing the garlic potato salad from Cafe Iberico.
I am now making brownies and/or chocolate chip cookies.
Sysm's not the boss of me!
10:08 AM
ps. nick, i can not under good conscience accept your corolla, but thanks so much for the generous offer!
12:34 PM
At least you got the joke.
5:04 PM
sometimes i get stuff.
sometimes the stuff i get doesn't require ointment
11:34 AM
Did you save me some encased meats?
2:02 PM
It's tonight, Brooke. You still have time to come.
8:57 AM
I've got some encased meats for Brooke.
8:57 AM
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.
10:06 AM
The encased meats were simmered in beer, grilled, then returned to soak in a bath of beer, butter and onions.
Tasty.
We kinda lost track of how many people were invited. I did a mental tally this morning, we had 68 people in our back yard.
I had keg parties in college with smaller crowds. Sheesh.
We enjoyed a collection of short features, followed by a current kids movie, subtitled in (I think) Dutch.
Ubie danced to High Boots. BA and the Harpy Queen brought delish garlic potato salad. Doctor Sardonic brought Thai Ginger Mangoes. And Al Gato ran down the street in an orange costume.
Just after the movie ended, it started sprinkling. And it rained for the next 10 hours.
Perfect timing.
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