Yesterday I and everyone else at the Sausage Party achieved sausagical fusion. We all melded our love of sausage and transformed it into a lean, mean, sausage eating machine. I had never seen so much sausage in my life- not that I was complaining let me tell you. I have always thought that I had an intense love of the sausage, but after yesterday I know that my love is intense. I cannot even recall how much sausage I ate amongst the other mounds of food- a Jill Antle blunder as I am far too much of an over-preparer and always do things to the excess.
The evening started off with two and a half hours of solid prep- which included filling the BBQ, getting slurpees, decorating, prepping the food, and making the punch. Oh the punch… I made a non alcoholic berry sorbet punch, a whiskey punch, and a vodka slush. The whiskey Jack punch consisted of a 40, OJ, 7-up, sugar and cherries. It was potent to say the least, yet subtley satisfying. The vodka slush consisted of a “Madagascar” bucket full o’love! No, it consisted of Juice, 26 vodka, and I can’t remember what else. Man this stuff goes down easy and did in a few people. Kim and I thought before while the Sausage party was still in the works that punch, cake, and sausage go swimmingly together and we should celebrate their harmony.
It was a party full of meat and sexual innuendos. My kind of evening! There was an abundance of meat to please a girl, and fun party games. We played pin the sausage on the ass, our variation of pin the tail on the donkey, and Laine and James were tied for the winners. Good times. As well, there was plenty of drunk trampolining. Jon Symons was the hands-down winner of tramping as he was a bruiser. He knocked down everyone, and cleaned house. Well done Jonny!
It was good to see we did not go small c conservative on the amounts of sausage! We were very liberal with our sausage. I ahve a firm belief that everyone needs a little sausage. The golden lamp shade award goes to Michelle as she was juiced but funny. The Sleeper Peeper award goes to Steve Woodrow as he fell asleep on the tramp, and to Josh as he fell asleep on my couch. I win best sausage eater, and Amy wins best dessert maker, Kim best sausage cake maker, Marissa best decorator, Dan craziest tramper, and little Dan as ‘G’st sausager. OH what good times were had!
The first annual sausage party was an overwhelming success, and I would jsut like to thank everyone for coming and see you next year for second annual!