Not It!

I'm going to try to write this using my best duck language. We'll see what happens.

Last, last weekend there was a get together of some ducks, wifs and others at the bbq. In my opinion, good tims are almost always garunteeed when three or more ducks are in the same room. So anyway the Saturday started with M1 swinging by Che' Schy so as to car-pool for mo betta tims and gas saving capabilities-ization. Due to the ice storm in previous days, M1 decided that it might be better if he drives; what with his ABS and just generally nicer car. M1, always on the cutting edge of technology, also brought along his trusty laptop with a map to Dooleys that was slightly off. We got to the bbq around 3:15 with the Tennis's and TP already there.

We sat around, talked, drank I think Busch, and ate good food. Then sometime around 4:30, I took a shot of Goldschlager. Normally, I would wait until the sun goes down before subjecting myself to that kind of alcohol, but there was a lull in activities so I thought that would help get the party started. After it was noted that I took the shot, someone said something about the next shot and automatically there were 5 or 6 "Not it"'s blurted out. But, as we all know, someone did step up and take the next shot. This continued on for the rest of the night. At some point, we were watching tv and all someone had to do was walk by and mummble "shot" or "next" and immediately there would be an onslaught of "Not It"'s. It was quiet humorous, I think there were a few times when there was no instigation, but someone was either paranoid or just wanting a quick laugh. But "Not It" came out every time. It was funny.

After the white trash elephant gift exchange, the guys immediately went outside to light some stuff on fire. And by some stuff, I mean some of the gifts that were received; except for a certain nativity scene. While they were outside, some of the other women there (Angie's friends) where in disbelief that the guys were really out there burning stuff and running around, like it was something unusual? I don't think they had ever been around ducks before. Burning things is commonplace around my house; along with shooting things out of a homemade potato/water cannon (like mashed potatoes), but maybe we're the weird ones.

Anyway, we watched SNL and went to sleep. M1 snored loudly that night. Angie made us kick-ass muffins and cinnamon rolls the next morning. It was a good time!