The December birthday people (Scribby & Jarla's Better Half), invited themselves and everyone else to Jarla's wee little house. So began the Potluck of Imposition, where you are told what to bring! Shooter - famous white chicken enchiladas. TheJenny - "You Don't Win Friends With" salad. Sluggy - dessert crepes. Nairb - red wine chili. Scribby - mini potato skins. Oh, so yummy!
We fit into the wee little house just fine. Jarla had the all matching green party sets out and the place looked sharp! We were down a Crabby (trapped in a two week meeting in Portland).
NakedBob had started the night early, so he was the majority of the entertainment for the evening. He had on a very "stylish" pirate shirt with his kilt that he ordered from International Male about a decade ago (and yes, even 10 years ago, the clothes from International male were uncomfortable to look at). By the end, he had retreated to Darla's shower for some peace and quiet...although we still don't know what he was doing in there. We hypothesized that he was consulting the self breast exam pamphlet hanging in the shower.
Many recycled cards were exchanged along with gift cards, Barpy (Croatian version of Nutella), and cotton candy in a plastic container. Which, when you removed the first layer, appeared to have finger marks where it was pressed into the tub. Kind of disturbing.
We topped it all off with a burning of the very old birthday candles, that Jarla rewicked a while ago.
Journal tidbits:
"Take a picture of the freakin' pfeffer-finger!" - Scribby
"Touch the banana...be a man!" - Sluggy to Shooter"
"You've got to be ready to hump at any time." - RobotGoBen
"This is NakedBob talking. This whole story is crack! - NakedBob
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