My Mind's Ink

If you occasionally host a party characterized by excesses in food and drink people think of you as a fun couple. When you do it as often as Michelle and I people begin to talk about twelve step programs. Subtle misdirection and thin facades help a lot. My point is that our Name the Gnome BBQ was a success.

We have four garden gnomes from a Social we held last year and figured we should gather people together to help name them, because why wouldn’t you, that’s why. The name suggestions were abundant and imaginative, but when the votes were counted (yes, we really voted) there were four clear winners:

• Gnomer Simpson
• Gnome Chompsky
• Gnome F’ing Way
• Phenomegnome

Random chance will determine which name they get. They all look exactly the same, except that third sun bleached bastard that has done a Michael Jackson, and is several shades lighter than his brethren.

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We took the August Social on the road. We were at the Big Valley Jamboree in Camrose, Alberta with some good friends. It was a little tough to invite anyone else as it was a ticketed affair. The four of us had to content ourselves with partying it up with 20,000 strangers. You can feel confident that we faithfully represented the dignified affair the Social has become; we got messy drunk, and we did in in Cowboy hats.

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A Double Decker Buggy pulled by two horses took us for a tour around Victoria. We drank wine, ate a picnic basket, had allergic reactions and discovered horses are not very neat eaters. The weather was beautiful and it was an interesting way to kick off an evening. A few drinks at the Bent Mast rounded things out.

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Cheesy title aside it was a good little adventure. Michelle created a quick walking tour, complete with interesting neighborhood facts guarded by garden gnomes, which seemed to be everyone’s favorite part. Although I added candy to the bags so lets not discount that. We ended up at a local pub for eats and drinks.

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Blenders and food on sticks were the order of the evening. For no particular or rational reason whatsoever; except of course that it made for nice alliteration in the title.

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I started the slushy drink festivities with margaritas, which I mixed as though tequila was some kind of life giving elixir. My brother and sister started a Kerplunk game which wrangled several guests into doing shots. This all helps to explain why it was after midnight until I remembered to take any pictures. But the 3 guests that remained were well documented. The photos also detail the results of what happens when you microwave a dill pickle for four minutes. An experiment that was truly justified, but really only makes sense if you were there.

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This month’s social theme was Ugly, Funky, Funny. Guest were encouraged to wear socks or ties that fit into one of those categories. I suppose I cheated because “Dead Sexy” was not really one of the choices, but with a tie like that there is only so much I can do to harness the raw animal magnetism. Is there a girl on my tie dressed in nautical theme? Yes there is. Is she naked? She sure wants to be. What is she looking at through those binoculars? That’s the question isn’t it. Am I really giving you the double guns pose? Yes. Yes I am. I know what you are thinking ladies, but I’m taken.

Dead Sexy

We had lots of great ties and socks show up on a motley group of visitors. Everyone had a few drinks, a few laughs, and some mussels while politely acquiescing to my incessant picture taking. A good time was had by all. A little too good a time for some. My sister-in-law is still recovering.

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