Bloggerdammerung 2:
Dammerung Harder
In the first full weekend I've had off since late July (ah, back to school, how you love to abuse me and my position), Mel & I have been partying it up in Brantford to help celebrate Gabe's birthday. Most notably, last night (Saturday) saw the party being held in the nearby camping/trailer grounds, complete with party guests, streamers, balloons, cake (not a lie, to flog the good ol' meme, but it was very tender and moist) and more delicious burgers & sausages than you can shake a pair of tongs at.
Now if you ask anyone else who was there, it was probably harder to tell who was the bigger kid in the group: Gabe and his 3 other guests, or me. We spent a good part of the evening creating art with Mr PotatoHeads (I had a 4-armed monstosity with a giant mouth filled with scary-looking teeth), creating more art by attempting to wear the Mr PotatoHead accessories, building giant Duplo towers and then smashing them apart, and running amok with not only balloons, but the collapsible tent-houses Kevin brought along.
Though it did devolve to a point where I wore the tent-house and chased all the kids around the campground for a half-hour. And as all encounters between a group of kinds and myself inevitably go, it ended with me being dogpiled. I myself had a blast, but damn, my thighs now despise me for all the piggybacking, squatting and hopping around. Any flexibility is gone, and a mighty protest erupts from my legs whenever I try to stand up.
All in all, a great party.
Aaaaand, as an added bonus, we had this converstion in the van as we returned home. Inside were Kevin, Dana, Mel, myself, Kevin's mom and Keanna (Gabe's 4 year-old partymate). Now Keanna is very whip-smart for her age when it comes to wit. So it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise as it did to hear...
Kevin: [to Dana] "Oh, did you remember our digital camera."
Dana: "I gave it to Phil."
Me: "Not to worry, it's here inside my coat pocket. I've been keeping it warm next to the radiance of my awesomeness. Would you like it back?"
Keanna: [without even pausing] "No, you can keep it."
Ladies and gentlemen, I just got burned by a 4 year-old. I think that's a new record/standard for me, and I have to say, I am rather impressed. (I had been setting the burn up for Dana or Mel, but to hear Keanna beat them to the punch...wow, I have a new apprentice to train. After all, six years ago Mel could barely get any sort of retort in no matter how brilliant an opening I left for her, and now she's nailing them even before I realize I've left the opening.)
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm starting to get horribly addicted to the music & lyrics for
Repo: The Genetic Opera (helped in no small part to Anthony Stewart Head playing the eponymous character.) Between this and TV Tropes, my soul doesn't stand much of a chance. (Well, whatever part of it's left at least.)
Labels: Gabe's 4th birthday, no sexybaka--denied, wherein horrible overuses of parentheses ensue
posted by Phillip at 10:29 AM
