July was basically one big vacation for me; Yosemite, Chicago, Santa Cruz - I literally have no idea where it all went. So we were finally home and had a free weekend. What did we do? Throw a party, of course!
Shopping for masses-o-meat. A Little Drunk.
See, we had gone to help out my sister-in-law at a wine competition she was coordinating... and we drank a bunch of the reject wines (DUH!) aaaand got a little tipsy, which was only made worse when we decided to hit our favorite watering hole on the way home, aaaand then I decided to invite everyone over. Because trying to cook pilaf over a hot stove and chopping onions with a super-sharp knife seems like a phemonal thing for a chick who has had about 6 drinks to do.
One of our guests that night, Peter, had to suffer a little more than the others. About a year ago we started calling him Peter Rabbit for no other reason other than it was funny and it kind of pissed him off.
So we got a Peter Rabbit for the party.
You know where this is going, right?
And for those of you who prefer the live version:
Don't ask me why that was so funny. I BLAME THE WINE.
On a completely un-related note, my Rav-Olympics Project is swatched and ready to go. More on that tomorrow or Firday.
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