Attack of the August Babies!
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snippy and I went to the August Babies Birthday Bash (hereinafter the ABBB) this afternoon and evening. It's an annual collective birthday party a couple we know throw for all their friends who were born in the month of August. There are quite a few of them, as it happens. Neither of us is an August Baby, but we show up to join in the revelry.
The party starts in the early afternoon and goes until very late. So late that people are invited to bring sleeping bags and bedding if they wish to claim a piece of floor and sleep over. About six p.m. immense quantities of meat are sacrificed on the grill, then consumed with great enthusiasm. Along with roasted ears of corn on the cob, and a variety of other foodstuff. (This is in addition to the great variety of munchies and snacks and cookies and cakes and candies available all day and night, pre- and post-grilling.
After dinner, all the gifts for the August Babies are piled in the middle of the floor and the August Babies take turns choosing and opening one until they're all gone. Some of the gifts are jokes, some are very nice. From pet rocks to radioactive decontamination cleanser (for real), to CDs to DVD sets (LOST and Futurama, for instance) to home pregnancy test kits...all sorts of stuff.
By this time it's usually after nine--and dark.snippy and I usually take our leave about then. She's an earlybird and starting to fade. The rest of the party heads back down to the firepit for the bardic circle, in which everyone is compelled to tell a tale or a joke or to sing a song--on pain of being saddled with the Lobster of Shame if they refuse.
We had fun there. The hosts are good friends and always fun to hang around with, something we never seem to manage to do enough of. And one of these years perhaps we'll stay for the bardic circle.
snippy and I went to the August Babies Birthday Bash (hereinafter the ABBB) this afternoon and evening. It's an annual collective birthday party a couple we know throw for all their friends who were born in the month of August. There are quite a few of them, as it happens. Neither of us is an August Baby, but we show up to join in the revelry.The party starts in the early afternoon and goes until very late. So late that people are invited to bring sleeping bags and bedding if they wish to claim a piece of floor and sleep over. About six p.m. immense quantities of meat are sacrificed on the grill, then consumed with great enthusiasm. Along with roasted ears of corn on the cob, and a variety of other foodstuff. (This is in addition to the great variety of munchies and snacks and cookies and cakes and candies available all day and night, pre- and post-grilling.
After dinner, all the gifts for the August Babies are piled in the middle of the floor and the August Babies take turns choosing and opening one until they're all gone. Some of the gifts are jokes, some are very nice. From pet rocks to radioactive decontamination cleanser (for real), to CDs to DVD sets (LOST and Futurama, for instance) to home pregnancy test kits...all sorts of stuff.
By this time it's usually after nine--and dark.
snippy and I usually take our leave about then. She's an earlybird and starting to fade. The rest of the party heads back down to the firepit for the bardic circle, in which everyone is compelled to tell a tale or a joke or to sing a song--on pain of being saddled with the Lobster of Shame if they refuse.We had fun there. The hosts are good friends and always fun to hang around with, something we never seem to manage to do enough of. And one of these years perhaps we'll stay for the bardic circle.
