the bacon and sausage themed party, however, was a smashing success. my wife's dad prepared several bacon and sausage themed appetizers: sausage and pepper skewers; chorizo and apple skewers; goat cheese and bacon dip; bacon-wrapped shrimp; bacon-wrapped dates; goat cheese, spinach and bacon pinwheels; etc. my wife's sister showed up with a pig's foot, and some guests even showed up dressed as pirates. i'm not real sure why, but we went with it.
there was also a highly-anticipated ping pong tournament. emotions ran high. controversy swirled around my wife and i's automatic bye to the championship round, so we filled in for a team that didn't show.
needless to say, we kicked ass and took names.
there wasn't just bacon, sausage and ping pong, however. there was plenty of drinking and debauchery.
and dancing. lots and lots of dancing. salsa dancing,
michael jackson dancing (bad, thriller, man in the mirror, dirty diana, you name it),
and drunken dancing.
some of us wanted them to stop dancing,
but they kept going ... and going ... and going ...
my wife was having so much fun she raised the roof,
and one of our friends was kind enough, and drunk enough, to put all of his trips to the strip clubs to use, teaching all the women how to give lap dances, for which i am eternally grateful.
the party finally ended at 4 am. i think it went on til then just so that we could prove to ourselves that we weren't that old. i didn't feel too young the next morning, however, cleaning up all the sausage that was lying around. my wife had "her best birthday ever" though, and that made it all worth it. beat that, sweet sixteen.
4 comments:
Michael's a slut.
Who's the hot girl in brown. She can really bust a move!
Hey I wasn't the one who took off their top!!!
And I prefer Playa.
Oh, so Michael's a playa slut.
Don't hate the playa, hate the game!
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