On Saturday, Emily had a Jason & the Argonauts/Clash of the Titans/7th Voyage of Sinbad toga party, where we ate until bursting:
Hummus w/baked pita chips Grilled leg of lamb with garlic, rosemary, and mustard Grilled chicken, red onion and mint kebabs Roasted potatoes w/garlic, lemon, and oregano Orzo w/feta and cherry tomatoes Grilled artichokes w/garlic aioli Walnut and almond cake w/orange syrup and whipped cream
The lamb was particularly delicious. It clearly never got to caper or gambool a single day of its life, before it took on its job–being stuffed with garlic to ward off vampires. (“Melissa! Sensible bites!”)
And then drank and drank and drank and drank. If you saw how poorly Clash of the Titans stands the test of time (P.S. The gods are total dickbags), you’d need a drink or seven, too.
Boolia made the mistake of leaving her scarf behind, and around hour nine of the party, things started to get silly.
Mellzah: “if u do n0t g1v3 me 3oo doll@r$ in unmarked billz your scarf getz it” Boolia: “Are your chesticles going to smother the scarf? Do your worst. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.” Mellzah: “How do you feel about underboob sweat?” Boolia: “You’re a monster!” Mellzah: “…A sweaty monster.”
Mellzah: “Aiaiiaiaiaiiaiiaiaiiaiiaiaiaiiaia praise alliyah!” Boolia: “I hate you so hard. J/K that cracked my shit up.”
Mellzah: “Suuuuuumoooooo be so sorry you left your scarf behind.” Boolia: “Why?! What did my scarf ever do to you?!”
Mellzah: “In your future, I see…one less purple scarf. Also, Bruce Willis is getting married again.” Boolia: “That scarf is from Fred Meyer! It would never touch Wal-Mart hair dye! Blasphemy.”
Mellzah: “Hercules cannot resist a woman of the firm thighs and supple breast.” Boolia: “Oh well, duh. Nor can I. I am currently washing blood off a sexy man who thought he was hercules and tried to punch out a car window. Kinda wish I was at your supple breast party.”
Mellzah: “Look at your man, now look at me. Now back to your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me. But if he wore a purple scarf, he could dress like me.”
…and that’s when the responses stopped coming. But did we stop going? Hell no!
Any bets on whether she wants the scarf back?
OMG that’s Fabulous. You win for most fun EVAR!
Fun seems to magnify when I’m with that group!
All the things you can do with a scarf. Genius!
It truly is a versatile accessory, though not in the way Vogue envisioned.
The dog is my favorite. Wait, no, your tits. Your tits are my favorite.
<3 <3 <3
This picture and the picture with the dog wearing the scarf cracked me up.
I think the rest of the group were taking bets as to whether or not my ass would break the hopscotch kids.
That rabbit was OUTTA CONTROL! I coulda been KILLED! KILLED, I tells ya!
You guys are too hilarious; you take silly to a whole new level.
*Someone* has got to do it!
The dog! Adoooooorable!
Awesome shenanigans with the statues. Thanks for sharing the pictures!
Napoleon would not have stood for such shenanigans.
He’s too busy devouring my maxi pads.
…I am going to kill that dog.