Waiting For The Announcement

Was up early on Saturday nursing a fairly mild hangover. Spent a good part of the morning planning with Ball Breaker on what we were gonna get Plastic and his girlfriend for their house warming. So many of us were going and nobody had gone to buy a present. Thankfully Cutey and I came to the rescue. We ended up giving Plastic and his girlfriend a beautiful shaker set with 6 martini glasses. I dont think it was a bad effort at all.

The house was gorgeous despite only having two bedrooms. Plastic had done a good job with the backyard decking. That's my favourite part of the house. November Cleo, Ball Breaker, Swing Sister and myself were so bad. We got there, ate and spent the rest of the day playing gin rummy out the back, not once entering the house to socialise with the rest of the party. How terribly rude of us. I cant even start on the curry chicken incident.

When we got to the house, Plastic told us there was curry chicken on the stove. Cutey, November Cleo and I ran to the kitchen to help ourselves. When we looked into the pot, there was only 2 pieces of chicken left, with hardly any sauce. November Cleo and I hovered around the pot like vultures for about 10 minutes waiting for the pot to heat up. I'm sure the other guests would've noticed us and must've been wondering who the hell invited us to the party.

We didnt stop eating or gambling the whole time we were there. It was nice of Shorty to cook for us the whole day. She slaved over the bbq, we slaved over the gin rummy cards. We were also waiting in anticipation for the new home owners to make their announcement. Sadly, it never came. After our over analysis of their invitation ".....help us celebrate this milestone....", we were hoping to hear news of their engagement. Guess we were all fooled.

November Cleo and Ball Breaker caused a bit of commotion with their red wine. JV had gone into the house to get a bottle of red for them. After filling their plastic cups, he took the bottle back into the kitchen. From where we were seated, we caught eye of Plastic's girlfriend telling JV off. It seemed rather obvious he had opened the wrong bottle of wine and served it to November Cleo and Ball Breaker. Wonder what vintage it was. Ball Breaker, never the intention to cause trouble but always ever the trouble maker.

Incase some of you are wondering, Princess Model was never invited to this party and we didnt feel it was polite to bring her along. Yet, we were so anti social the whole day, it is unforgiveable. We felt so bad afterwards. Will we ever be invited to another bbq?