Last night, George and I crashed a dinner party. Actually, we managed to get an invite. I know, we were surprised too. It was a small get together with only 6 people, but with George talking (very loudly) it sounded like there were 40.
Jeni and Jon hosted the party and it was potluck-style. Jeni made some amazing and rather spicy chicken soft tacos. G and I were way too excited about them:
I didn’t take that many pictures because, well…it gets to be kind of creepy.
I managed to take a picture of these idiots really nice people enjoying the dessert I made:
(George, Jon and Allison)
1. Why does George’s waist look so small? I hate him.
2. Yes, I made a pie.
3. I’ve never made a pie.
4. I put fruit in the pie.
5. Putting fruit in a dessert is against my made-up religion.
6. I need to feed G more.
7. I will be writing a post about the pie…apparently I can make pie! Who knew?!!
8. I don’t really like pie.
9. I really enjoyed watching George eat half the pie by himself.
10. We are so classy.
We had so much fun, laughed a ton, watched a few YouTube videos (someone didn’t know what twerking was <— that was fun to watch), ate our brains out and stayed almost until midnight <— also against my religion. Wow, we are party animals.
Hope you’re all having a great weekend!!