This weeks installment of married and dating includes interpetive dance, silly questions, impersonations of impersonators and finishes with a wonderful performance by the hubbies...but I'll save that for later.
The week after our Vegas trip, my manly man helped some friends move, cause that's how we roll. We try to help our friends when they need us. So to thank us for our assistance, we were invited to a grown up dinner party. No kids, just nine adults, eating, drinking, laughing and having a great time.
First came the proverbial chit-chat. "How was your trip to Napa?" "Our friends keep asking us to move to Alaska." "The neighbors are driving me crazy." "Are you settled in yet?" "Would you like to see my photos?" And the ever popular "Mac vs. PC" conversations. Not one comment was made about Legos, Star Wars, or Dora. It was refreshing for the four full-time parents in the group.
Then the appetizer's were served. Yummo (to quote Rachel Ray)! Incredibly large green olives, stuffed with garlic and wrapped in bacon, broiled until crispy on the outside were served on little skewers along with cheese spread and crackers. Delicious.
This was followed by a wonderful chicken basil penne, salad and breadsticks. During which our host pulled out his impersonation of Billy Crystal doing an impersonation of Sammy Davis, Jr. It was hysterical and actually quite good coming from a tall, white, non-Jewish guy.
Once we stopped rolling on the floor with laughter, our hosts cleared the dishes and we proceeded to play a fierce game of Apples to Apples, in which we all argue about why our card should be picked over another players. It was loud, really loud, earsplitting loud and totally rowdy. The winning card was for the word "Fantastic" one of the options was "rainbows" which are pretty and very nice, but since I was the judge that round I had no choice but to pick "Underwear." Oh I know many of you may be confused as to my pick, but ladies face it, life without Spanx and Wonder Bras would never be the same. In my opinion, the advances in underwear is fantastic. We look better, feel better, walk taller and prouder, feel our sexiest in brand new underwear. Nothing makes a woman feel more womanly than the slide of lace, satin or pretty printed cotton, in a rainbow of colors, in all varieties....underwear is fantastic.
Dessert was served and who doesn't love a parfait? A huge hit with the whole group, I've personally never seen nine cleaner dessert dishes in my life. If my tongue was longer I would have licked my glass clean, but alas I possess a short and stunted tongue.
Then we tried another game. To be honest, I don't even know it's name, we were totally breaking all the rules by playing in teams, men vs. women, instead of individually. We had to guess the other teams answer to the choices and then there were these challenge squares, which proved to be very interesting. There was the normal bickering among spouses, the psychological manuvering of people who've been married forever and can practically read each others thoughts, and the girls were kicking the guys butts. That is until we landed on our first challenge square.
The guys picked a challenge, thinking we'd be squeamish and balk at it, they really don't understand women very well, do they? Three of the ladies in the group are moms, who can do anything. Never, ever think you can break a mom. Men as a rule underestimate women, even though we're "Awesome."
So what was the challenge, you ask? We had to perform an interpetive dance of a cat chasing a mouse. Piece of cake, we all started channeling our inner feline and pawing and meowing and basically chasing Rey around the room (she was our designated mouse.) The men were forced to concede our superiority at interpetive dance. Come on guys, pick something a little harder next time.
But as the saying goes, payback's a b**** well you know what I'm thinking. It was the guys turn for a challenge and Rey and her mom picked a good one, with music and all. The remaining three guys, had to get on their hands and knees and bounce their posteriors to the beat of the music. After much protest and a brief wrestling match over a video camera, the guys agreed and assumed their postitions on the carpet. As Michael Jackson blared from the stereo, the guys started bouncing their butts up and down to the beat. It was the funniest moment of the night, at least for the ladies. I think the ladies officially won, but the guys get an "A" for effort. Oh to have taped it and posted it on You Tube? Maybe next time.
Until next date night, have a good one and keep on dating the one you love!
