Dinner Is Served
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007
Tuesday
Quote of the Day: “At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.”
- Emo Phillips
Sometimes I get ideas and they mutate.
For example, I thought it would be nice to have a couple of the Wounded Warrior Marines over for dinner. I was thinking two or three of the ones I deal with a lot and ones that Carrie works with when she is involved in some of the functions.
So I put out the invite and didn’t hear any definitive word until the last minute.
One couldn’t make it and I invited another one. Then he called me on the way home and asked if such-and-such could come too.
“Sure!” I said without asking Carrie.
Can you see where this is going?
I called Carrie and told her what I knew.
Then I get another call asking if such-and-such could bring his girlfriend.
“Uh, sure, I guess so.”
This happened a few more times until I wasn’t sure how many were actually going to be there but it was definitely more than Carrie was expecting. She was get farther and farther away from her happy place a little more each time I called back.
I then got in touch with Killjoy who was traveling cross-country and ending up right up the road at Camp Pendleton.
“So, you guys just got in?”
“Yup, we’re here in California.”
“What are you guys doing for dinner?”
At this point, I knew Killjoy would not be feeling social and in any mood to do the dinner thing.
“Nuttin’”
“Come on over then. Carrie is making spaghetti.”
“OK!”
“Really?”
So I had to call Carrie who more or less blew her lid over two more invited guests. She made me stop at the store to buy more salad and bread as penance.
OK, I can do this.
The bread was somewhat easy. The salad SHOULD have been easy but they didn’t have the right kind of mix that we normally get and when I rang Carrie for help, I got the Monster who was in no mood to do anything but continue to freak out over the concept of too many guests she didn’t know combined with not enough food and people showing up before I got home. She hung up on me.
It all turned out fine and everyone showed up around the time we expected them to. Of course, Carrie pulled off a miracle with having enough good food for everyone and we had a nice time with everyone.
Killjoy showed up all pregnant but you couldn’t tell. SHE could tell and made sure we knew that she felt like a bloated rhino carcass but she looked great. She also has long, curly hair now which was strange since the last time I saw her a year ago, it was short and ironed flat as a pancake.
The dinner went off fine with everyone telling stories around our big dining room table and it seemed everyone had a great time. I sent them all away with a full belly and with smiles on their faces so it couldn’t have been too bad for them.
And some left with fuller bellies than others but I told Killjoy I would lay off the pregasaurus jokes. I just don’t understand why she won’t call me back when I call her and leave messages for “Big Red.”
Free Advice for Today: “Keep a diary of your accomplishments at work. Then when you ask for a raise, you’ll have the information you need to back it up.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Um I believe it was Mexican food I made that night and you were supposed to get a bag of shredded lettuce. I think we ended up with about 11 people here for dinner and I had only planned for 5.
Oh and one more thing, I think it was me who sent them all away with the full bellies and smiles.
Sorry I had to set the record straight on this one.
(Jason’s lovely wife)
Comment by Carrie — October 9, 2007 @ 11:01 am
just goes to show you – all a guy remembers is the full belly..not what he actually ate. Spaghetti is close to Mexican…right? haha! Way to go Carrie! You’re a Saint!
Comment by p2b12 — October 9, 2007 @ 8:28 pm
It WAS Mexican food. That’s right! Damn, I really hosed that up and yeah, it was the shredded lettuce I couldn’t find!
So there you have it: probably 90% of everything I write is complete bullshit.
Thanks, Babe.
(kidding)
Comment by Jason — October 9, 2007 @ 8:50 pm
Pam, don’t encourage her. She’s right most of the time anyway so let me have my corner of the Universe to spew forth my grossly-exagerated interpretations of reality.
Comment by Jason — October 9, 2007 @ 8:51 pm
As soon as I read “I sent them away with a full belly …” I was like, “Huh-uhhh!!”
You ROCK Carrie!! Jason … I’m sure the bread with Mexican food was greatly appreciated … by someone …
Comment by ~Jeanie~ — October 10, 2007 @ 12:03 am
You all can kiss the hole in my ass.
Comment by Jason — October 10, 2007 @ 12:48 am
I second that Jeanie. “I sent them away with full bellies”. Uh huh, yeah. If by saying “I” you meant “Carrie, the pretty lady who saved the day” then I get what you were saying Cousin.
Seriously, how can you forget Mexican food? Grandma taught her correct? HOW CAN YOU FORGET? haha.
Carrie, you are a strong woman. hehe
Comment by Jennifer — October 10, 2007 @ 10:15 am
Yeah, I was just reading this thinking that I wouldn’t have even shown up for less than Mexican. Maybe Lasagna, but spaghetti? Probably not. Alright, truthfully now, considering that we had just driven across the United States and rolled into Camp Pendleton THAT very morning, and then JUST checked into lodging at Miramar about 5 mins before you called, I probably would have gone just about anywhere for home cookin’.
It was a great time, though. So glad we were there.
Comment by Killjoy — October 10, 2007 @ 10:24 pm
See, I DID get SOMETHING right!
And may I point out that when Killjoy wrote “…I wouldn’t have even shown up for less than Mexican…”, she was referring to me.
It’s a problem but we’re dealing with it.
Comment by Jason — October 10, 2007 @ 10:52 pm
Jason, you’re such a dork.
Comment by Killjoy — October 11, 2007 @ 1:57 pm
If that’s what you want to call it but come on, be more discreet, Killjoy. Everyone can read this…
Comment by Jason — October 11, 2007 @ 11:37 pm
You know, I was just re-reading this and…Jason, were you inviting me to dinner just because you thought I’d say no? You were just trying to be nice! Shame on you!
Comment by Killjoy — October 16, 2007 @ 4:59 pm
Wait, you don’t READ my posts even one time most of the time. And now you’re RE-READING them?
Pregnancy is doing weird things to you, Big Red.
Comment by Jason — October 16, 2007 @ 11:30 pm