Open Up And Say BLOG!: A Tribute to Lise

Sunday, March 26, 2006

A Tribute to Lise

The Irish Rovers have a great party song that I'm not sure a lot of you have ever heard. The song, titled "Wasn't that a Party" puts lyrics to the wild and crazy events of a house party. I don't know if the party in the song is real or not, but I DO know that the events of last night at OUR house deserve to be immortalized on the internet forever.

To give some of you a quick recap, Corinna and I have been spending money faster than an Enron executive on "home improvements". You know, a new furnace, a new stove and fridge, and a new dining room table. With these reno's completed, we thought that it was a GREAT time to host a theme party.

And thus, Travel the World in Wine and Food was born.

The premise was simple. Cori and I would supply a bunch of wine from different regions on the planet and we'd also serve an appetizer dish that also corresponded to the region from which the wine came. A lot of our guests also brought a wine (or two) with them. It promised to be a great night.

To recap, we had wines from Germany, Italy, France, Australia, Canada, Argentina, South Africa, Chile, and the U.S. The food that we prepared was equally impressive: bacon wrapped shrimp, crab stuffed mushrooms, cheese dip and tortillas, spicy meatballs, creme puffs, and bruschetta.

Sadly, great parties just don't plan themselves, so Cori and I worked our asses off getting the house ready and preparing the food. Fortunately, we had some great friends -- Lise and Steve - come early to help in the culinary preparation. Now, while Steve and I COULD have done the whole thing ourself, we decided to let the girls take over in the food department and we instead decided to drink a case of beer and watch the hockey / basketball games.

Well, I'll be damned if we didn't polish off that case of beer in a hurry and we were getting hungry. But because we are men and have IMPECABLE timing, wouldn't you know it that by the time the last beer was gone, it was time to drink wine and eat the food.

The spread was impressive, and I regret that we don't have a picture of our new table laden with food and drink...it reminded me of the pilgrims and the Indians on Plymouth Rock for the site of the first Thanksgiving. We plowed through the food like pigs at a trough. And in the process we managed to get RIDICULOUSLY drunk.

At first we were all sophisticated in the process. What started out as "Why yes, I would love to try the Californian White Zinfindel, the aroma and flavor goes well with the shrimp" quickly turned into "pass that fucking red shit down here". Corinna, in her loving fashion, made sure that everyone had a full glass of wine or a plate of food, and no one objected.

But soon we left the cozy confines of the dining room to other parts of our house. Regretably, I don't have enough pictures of the evening as it progressed. We laughed, we cried, we watched soft core porn on Bravo.

While we were mesmerized with "Sexual Secrets", Lise had managed to slip away with Melanie into our office and were preceding to fuck around on our computer.

Want an example? Click on this link: www.sanchu.justgotowned.com

If any of you reading this happened to be on MSN at the time, you likely also got a drunk and incoherent MSN message...from me, well, except not. You see, Lise and Melanie proceeded to go through my contact list and chatted with nearly everyone on there, pretending to be me. Sigh, you can imagine all the explaining I had to do with certain people this morning!

Here is a great group shot of some of us on the couch:

Can you see the stupid drunken grin on my face? Well, check it out...here is the reason why!

As they say in the pop tarts commercials....BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM! Thanks Melanie...I guess I owe you one!

As the night wore on, we noticed that the crowd in the living room had thinned out. Why? Because Lise -- who perhaps drank the most out of any girl, indeed was drinking straight out of the bottle at one point -- was DYING in my bathroom and bedroom.

To say that she puked was an understatement...the spasms were so violent that it's more like she was trying to give birth through her mouth! The next series of pictures are an amazing photo essay of her leaving our house:

Suh-weet, an orgy on our bed. Errr...only in my dreams, I guess. You see, I was pretty excited when I stumbled onto this scene, because about, oh, 30 minutes before she crashed like this, Lise had saddled up to me on the couch and proceeded to....well...grope my chest. I'm not sad to report that I liked it!