So my almost Mississippi BFF and his family of 6000 (okay, six total but criminy it seemed like a lot of people) visited our humble abode on Saturday upon our invitation. This was done, mind you, because he had brought back my husband's beloved Fat Tire beer from Little Rock (where they were reaquainted a few months back) and we needed to get it from them.
We're damn classy here, aren't we?
And so, we cleaned, we cooked, and we emptied our beer refrigerator in preparation for their arrival. And aside from a few awkward moments at the beginning, it really was quite enjoyable.
Beer with a side of damn fine homemade spaghetti and chicken meatballs tends to have that effect on people.
And aside from the awkward sort-of-drunken waist grab and tug (you know those, right?) by my almost Mississippi BFF, the strawberry popsicle stains on our carpet, and the fresh scent of preschooler wizz on our new couch courtesy of their kiddo who gets enthralled with the television, doesn't feel like getting up to use the bathroom, and then pees, it was actually quite a successful visit.
Mainly because not only are we stocked with really good beer (which I shall soon be able to consume in large quantities), but my husband is pretty much convinced that a vasectomy is the way to go.
Totally different topic - I saw the pix of you at the book signing on Rita's site and you look SO TERRIFIC! How can anyone look so good while pregnant?
Posted by: Lady M | September 16, 2008 at 12:57 AM
can we borrow them, my husband needs a nudge.....
Posted by: Jamie E | September 16, 2008 at 12:26 AM
Everyone needs a beer fridge in the garage. I am on my second one, that last one died the week before the New Years Eve celebration.
Hello Home Depot!
Posted by: Mark | September 15, 2008 at 10:44 PM
Did it make your hair curl when the kid peed on the couch? It would've been so hard for me to keep my cool. But I would have because that's what we Southerners do. Sigh.
Posted by: Wendy | September 15, 2008 at 09:39 PM
1. Can he talk to Nate?
2. You have a beer refrigerator?
Posted by: Mom101 | September 15, 2008 at 09:09 PM
The last time we had a crew over like that, they brought a bunch of raw meat to grill instead of beer so count your blessings. BTW, the meat was not for us, they took it all home with them in a giant cooler. I won't go into how bad the kids were but a few months later, we moved and I told my husband not to give them our forwarding address or phone numbers and we haven't seen them since. I may have to write about them just to release the demons from my soul at reliving the memories of that day. It's a southern thing I think, and I'm in the South with ya...therefore screwed.
Posted by: The Stiletto Mom | September 15, 2008 at 04:02 PM
Oh. Fat Tire. Drool.
I have a hard time finding it here in MI. I miss being able to get it on tap at the local mexican joint. It went great with enchiladas....
Posted by: Christy | September 15, 2008 at 03:59 PM
The big V is the way to go. We are almost 11 years and going strong! It really isn't too bad my hubby insisted. Plus he can rest on the couch and drink his fat tire beer. (hmmm, must see what all the fuss is about)
Posted by: Domestic Extraordinarie | September 15, 2008 at 03:13 PM
Kate! How can you not like Skinny Dip? OMG I love it so much I want one right now, and it's not even noon here.
K, I'm sending you Fat Tire this week. You won't have to put up with popsicles and piss again.
Posted by: mothergoosemouse | September 15, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Wow! That's a lot of success for one night.
My husband likes the Fat Tire beer too and when I went to get it for him at the store (hard to find here in CA), I couldn't find it and asked the stock guy if he could help.
"What's it called?"
"Flat Tire."
"Hmm... never heard of it before."
OH YEAH, it's Fat Tire, not FLAT Tire and I couldn't keep the name straight 'cause all I could picture was a bicycle on the label which made me think of a flat tire.
Christ, I suck at this shit.
Posted by: Undomestic Diva | September 15, 2008 at 11:42 AM
LOVE Fat Tire! Have you tried 1554? Heavenly, I swear. The Skinny Dip, though, not so much...
Posted by: Kate | September 15, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Why oh why wouldn't they just call it Spare Tire beer?
Posted by: Wyliekat | September 15, 2008 at 10:57 AM
@canape -- next time I see you, I'll make sure to slap your ass EC style BABY.
:)
Posted by: Motherhood Uncensored | September 15, 2008 at 10:29 AM
That sounds like a good time. Except for the pee stain. I'm going to recommend no TV for him next time the beer train pulls into the station.
Posted by: Jim | September 15, 2008 at 10:26 AM
A little beer can smooth out any awkward situation. Glad you guys had a good time, sorry about the pee stains.
Posted by: Casey | September 15, 2008 at 10:06 AM
I would take the "waist grab tug" any day over the apparently more classy East coast "allowed to slap my ass if he's paying" mentality I've encountered here.
But we know I'm a Mississippi gal deep down.
Posted by: canape | September 15, 2008 at 09:24 AM
LOL - that was a riot.. I Hope they are NOT reading this.. they may go back for their beer.
Posted by: Kayla | September 15, 2008 at 09:16 AM
With #4 on the way, I'm totally going to be THOSE people. Although my husband doesn't grab my friends usually, except to keep them from stepping in dog crap in our yard...
Posted by: Barbara | September 15, 2008 at 09:08 AM
Kristen - you should have seen me do that to get my Shipyard Pumpkinhead beer off season after I had my baby - did something totally similar! HA!
Posted by: Melissa | September 15, 2008 at 06:28 AM
It's all worth it if it convinced the hubby to get the big V. LOL I think our own kids did that to my husband this weekend. Must've been something in the air.
Posted by: Amanda | September 15, 2008 at 05:46 AM