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Happy Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2004 11:06 amSo, awake now.
Got home late last night, after visiting aunt Jeanette and uncle Dave's for wine night. It was much fun. Jessica was there with her boyfriend Rob. He seems nice. Well, he put up with all of us, at any rate. My bro was there, which doesn't happen often given he's spent the past 4 years living in Florida. My parents were there, Karen and Tony, Sharon and Richard, Joyce. It was a good group.
And it was puppy night.
Here, pull up a chair and I'll see if I can explain. Now, you have to understand, this started for me with a call from my Mom around 11:30 or so yesterday morning. She wanted to know if I'd gotten her voice mail message at home yesterday. well, no, I forgot to check for messages when I got home from Night Class yesterday. Oops? So she reminded me that my brother was home for a week, visiting from Florida. And that they were all going to wine night and Karen had told her it was puppy night so we were all supposed to wear something puppyish.
It's like this... That group of folks (except us younguns, being me, my bro John, Rob and Jessica)have these wine nights, once every two months, more or less. They all use the make your own wine places and it's a great excuse for them to socialize. Well apparently at the wine night in January they got to talking about my Aunt Joyce's dog, Minnie. Now, Minnie has been dead for maybe 10 years, but apparently Aunt Joyce has her ashes in an urn. I did not know this before yesterday.
So, you get those folks liquored up and they decide they should bury Minnie's ashes, have a ceremony, and have a puppy night. Now, you gotta understand, they weren't being serious.
So, I arrived at Jeanette and Dave's house first, because I went there straight from work. There was a big dog picture on the door, with a sign that said "Welcome to our dog party. I ruff you." Once inside, there were paper paw prints with various famous dog's names on them, all over the floor - Eddie, Odie, Lassie, Toto, you get the idea. The light switches had been, well, switched, and they all had black dog bones painted on them. We were all given dog tags, and had doggie names to use for the night. There was a box of valentines, with pens beside it, and a note that said to write up Valentines to our doggie friends.
There were pictures of dogs on the fridge, and some of them had numbers on them. The idea was to match the pictures to the people who were using the names. Blue was easy - it was a completely blue dog. That was the name my Dad was using, incidentally. Mom was Whoopie, and it apparently had something to do with something Dad said at the January wine night. I'm not sure I want to know.
My doggie name was Misha. John's was Scruffy. It only got worse from there. Sharon came dressed in a plastic paint-protector coverall. White. She taped black dots all over it to make herself a Dalmation. She even painted her face and wore a mask. It was funny. Richard had a mask too - so did Dad, Dave, and Jeanette. Oh, and Rob and Jessica. There were little fake noses too. Karen had a mouse nose, which was really funny because Karen despises mice. She says they make her nervous. Mom didn't wear a costume, but she taped a picture of her dog Magic to her sweatshirt.
We did a doggie quiz, run by Jessica. She figured out all kinds of obscure facts about dogs, and all kinds of dogs in movies and tv shows we could try to name. It was fun. There were some easy ones and some hard ones. There was some wine that was good, and some that was questionable.
When Aunt Joyce arrived, and she was pretty late because she had a work function she had to attend, that's when things got interesting. They dressed my uncle Paul up as "Brother Paul" and he was the minister for the ceremony. They picked him because he was an altar boy for many years as a teenager. And well, he still remembers the latin phrases and the cadence they used. Very well.
The best part about aunt Jeanette's and Uncle Dave's, apart from their sparkling company, is the hot tub. Yes, they have a lovely hot tub out in their backyard that holds up to 8 people. And they let us use it too.
So, Mom, Sharon and I were in the hot tub while brother Paul did his thing. Aunt Joyce and he went out to the side of the pool (they got one of those too - it's lovely) and brother Paul did his speech. I can't remember it all now, except I remember hearing "Here goes Minnie" in that somber church-like Cadence, as Aunt Joyce flung ashes out of a plastic container from the Bulk Barn that said "Sunflower Seeds" on it onto the swimming pool tarp that was already covered with snow. I thought I was going to die laughing.
Apparently, last year they made snow angels at this event. And they scandalized my cousin Melissa, when she came home from university to find them all drunk.
You know, I think I might have to make an effort to go to more of these wine nights. The next one is scheduled for April 24... that's even after my Finance final, and it's after the Cicus session that follows.
*SMILES SWEETLY*
Maybe I can drag![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arwen77 along with me.
Got home late last night, after visiting aunt Jeanette and uncle Dave's for wine night. It was much fun. Jessica was there with her boyfriend Rob. He seems nice. Well, he put up with all of us, at any rate. My bro was there, which doesn't happen often given he's spent the past 4 years living in Florida. My parents were there, Karen and Tony, Sharon and Richard, Joyce. It was a good group.
And it was puppy night.
Here, pull up a chair and I'll see if I can explain. Now, you have to understand, this started for me with a call from my Mom around 11:30 or so yesterday morning. She wanted to know if I'd gotten her voice mail message at home yesterday. well, no, I forgot to check for messages when I got home from Night Class yesterday. Oops? So she reminded me that my brother was home for a week, visiting from Florida. And that they were all going to wine night and Karen had told her it was puppy night so we were all supposed to wear something puppyish.
It's like this... That group of folks (except us younguns, being me, my bro John, Rob and Jessica)have these wine nights, once every two months, more or less. They all use the make your own wine places and it's a great excuse for them to socialize. Well apparently at the wine night in January they got to talking about my Aunt Joyce's dog, Minnie. Now, Minnie has been dead for maybe 10 years, but apparently Aunt Joyce has her ashes in an urn. I did not know this before yesterday.
So, you get those folks liquored up and they decide they should bury Minnie's ashes, have a ceremony, and have a puppy night. Now, you gotta understand, they weren't being serious.
So, I arrived at Jeanette and Dave's house first, because I went there straight from work. There was a big dog picture on the door, with a sign that said "Welcome to our dog party. I ruff you." Once inside, there were paper paw prints with various famous dog's names on them, all over the floor - Eddie, Odie, Lassie, Toto, you get the idea. The light switches had been, well, switched, and they all had black dog bones painted on them. We were all given dog tags, and had doggie names to use for the night. There was a box of valentines, with pens beside it, and a note that said to write up Valentines to our doggie friends.
There were pictures of dogs on the fridge, and some of them had numbers on them. The idea was to match the pictures to the people who were using the names. Blue was easy - it was a completely blue dog. That was the name my Dad was using, incidentally. Mom was Whoopie, and it apparently had something to do with something Dad said at the January wine night. I'm not sure I want to know.
My doggie name was Misha. John's was Scruffy. It only got worse from there. Sharon came dressed in a plastic paint-protector coverall. White. She taped black dots all over it to make herself a Dalmation. She even painted her face and wore a mask. It was funny. Richard had a mask too - so did Dad, Dave, and Jeanette. Oh, and Rob and Jessica. There were little fake noses too. Karen had a mouse nose, which was really funny because Karen despises mice. She says they make her nervous. Mom didn't wear a costume, but she taped a picture of her dog Magic to her sweatshirt.
We did a doggie quiz, run by Jessica. She figured out all kinds of obscure facts about dogs, and all kinds of dogs in movies and tv shows we could try to name. It was fun. There were some easy ones and some hard ones. There was some wine that was good, and some that was questionable.
When Aunt Joyce arrived, and she was pretty late because she had a work function she had to attend, that's when things got interesting. They dressed my uncle Paul up as "Brother Paul" and he was the minister for the ceremony. They picked him because he was an altar boy for many years as a teenager. And well, he still remembers the latin phrases and the cadence they used. Very well.
The best part about aunt Jeanette's and Uncle Dave's, apart from their sparkling company, is the hot tub. Yes, they have a lovely hot tub out in their backyard that holds up to 8 people. And they let us use it too.
So, Mom, Sharon and I were in the hot tub while brother Paul did his thing. Aunt Joyce and he went out to the side of the pool (they got one of those too - it's lovely) and brother Paul did his speech. I can't remember it all now, except I remember hearing "Here goes Minnie" in that somber church-like Cadence, as Aunt Joyce flung ashes out of a plastic container from the Bulk Barn that said "Sunflower Seeds" on it onto the swimming pool tarp that was already covered with snow. I thought I was going to die laughing.
Apparently, last year they made snow angels at this event. And they scandalized my cousin Melissa, when she came home from university to find them all drunk.
You know, I think I might have to make an effort to go to more of these wine nights. The next one is scheduled for April 24... that's even after my Finance final, and it's after the Cicus session that follows.
*SMILES SWEETLY*
Maybe I can drag
arwen77 along with me.
