My days are numbered!

And today is day number 10,949. 

Yesterday, day 10,948, fell on a Saturday and given its proximity to day 10,950 - we decided to have a party. And not just any party.  A fried chicken and 40's party.

That's a load of fried chicken.

It was a ton of fun.  We made a mix tape of hip-hop and rap from the late 80's through the early turn of the century (think Tribe, Biggie, Tupac and Wu-tang) and filled a trash can with ice and 40's, made a pitcher of gin and juice, and bought out the local Popeye's.  That, my friends, is how you make a PARTY.

Fran, playing with fire.

And, there was cake too.  Tiff made a delish lemon cake with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.  I still have some in the fridge.  Gonna eat some after dinner.

Me, blinded by the fire. (And rage).

Yay party!

Fran and Stephen, looking oddly evil.

So, before the guests arrived Mike and I decided to indulge in a game of Wii golf.  When people started arriving, I tried to turn off the telly (since everybody knows that a turned on tv can easily spoil a party).  Well, so much protesting ensued that we ended up keeping the tv on and the subsequent Wii flowed all night long.

Stephen and his pearly whites.

Me, Wii-ing.

Meeks, overcome by the Wii spirit.

Meeks coaching Tiff on the Art of Wii.

Bowling!

Needless to say, it was a jolly good time.  AND at the end of the night there was only 3 pieces of chicken left (which made for a fine breakfast) and one unfortunate half-eaten piece found resting on the back of the toilet.  Actually, there was a surprising amount of half-eaten food found in the bathroom.  Cupcakes and such.  Very curious....