The weekend with the Original Party People went exceptionally well, as usual. Since my DNA comes directly from them, it is no wonder why I have such diverse people in my life.
Friday night we had a small dinner party for 50 or so people of about every age, race, gender, and economic status you can imagine.
If you were a fly on the wall at this little soiree, here are some things you might have heard:
"Renee Zellweger gained a bunch of weight for that movie. She weighed 145 when she made it."
"145 is fat????? That's my goal weight."
"Oh the nipple piercing hurt way less then that one"
"Just leave him be. I lived on a rat infested Island in the South Pacific so that he could sound that stupid."
"Woodstock was the about love, peace...coming together. What? Jimmy? Hell, I don't remember, I was stoned out of my mind."
"Gem is truly outrageous, truly, truly, truly, outrageous!"
"First Kerry lost, and now there are no more blue jello shots? Will it ever end???"
"Is it wrong to get turned on by gratuitous puppet sex?"
"That's a cat? It looks like a small pony."
"FMK-George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Keannu Reeves"
For those of you that haven't done this, FMK is fuck, marry, kill. You apply one to each of the three people in the same "class", like Fuck George Clooney, Marry Brad Pitt, Kill Keannu Reeves. This particular group caused the most debate, as we took turns arguing about if we should kill or fuck Keannu or George, but every woman there unanimously wanted to marry Brad.
My least favorite quotes from the night are as follows:
"I just don't see why you aren't married."
"Is it that hard to find a good man now?"
"Why hasn't some guy come and swooped you up yet?"
"I know this guy that would be just PERFECT for you."
Egads...Make it stop...Those damn baby boomers are always trying to marry you off.
After this weekend, it shall be an interesting blog week here at FFS I.