Saturday night was our first Gourmet Club since Beck. We were worried that we would miss it altogether given that the weather was not cooperating and snow was falling at an uncomfortable rate for most of the day. Well we decided to not be pussies and pushed forward, bundling Beck up into the truck and driving extra slow over to Harry and Misha’s. In hindsight, given the road conditions, it probably wasn’t the best idea, but we wanted to prove that having a baby wasn’t going to change our lives completely. He was a champ. At the party, we put him in his jammies and he hung out with the big kids for awhile. When he got all melty, I took him upstairs and put him in the middle of a big bed where he slept contentedly for most of the night.
My camera is on the fritz, so the following pics are courtesy of CJD and Matt’s new digital mac daddy Nikon D70. I shot some pretty good footage for the making of “Gourmet: The Movie” but don’t expect to see it anytime soon. Kevin Spacey’s Bobby Darin movie will have taken less time to see the light of day.
Gourmet 2005
Bart. He's a natural.
These were the okra beignets that Craig and Marybeth -- our newest members don't ask what happened to the lesbians -- cooked to the great delight of our palates.
Our contribution: lobster bisque poured over fat chunks of lobster with a toast point (or round) floating on top.
That's a 31 year-old Macallan. You'd lick it off the side of the glass, too.
I don't know what is happening here. We had gone home by this point. In most cases that would be me bent over getting spanked. Bummer. Maybe some things have changed!
The End
A gourmet meal followed by middle-aged caucasian dry humping. Another wild night in the suburbs!!
Posted by: AVERAGE JOE | January 24, 2005 at 12:06 PM
Somebody has to ask: What happened to the lesbians?
Posted by: J | January 25, 2005 at 07:00 AM
Coincidentally the name of my next album is "Don't Ask What Happened to the Lesbians", available this spring on Rainbow Records. And, it will be appearing soon, festooned across my ample man-breasts in puffy pink type on the latest in my new T-shirt line.
Posted by: J | January 25, 2005 at 07:00 AM
Ahh, yes. The lesbians. It was determined that the lesbians were not up to snuff.* Might have been the chicken a la king and jello mold. We're tough like that.
*If you are a lesbian, and you are reading this, this is not to imply that all lesbians can't cook. And if you are THE lesbians and are reading this, we're JUST KIDDING! We totally didn't replace you without telling you! We WOULD NEVER DO THAT...
Posted by: Xdm | January 25, 2005 at 02:42 PM
Um... middle aged??? MAN! If DMV is middle aged, what am I? OUCH!
And don't buy XDM's thing about the Scotch either! I have OTHER pictures where she was doing more than just licking!!! ;-)
Posted by: cjd | January 29, 2005 at 04:36 PM
OH! And it wasn't in the suburbs! We made the snow pussies come into the city!
Posted by: cjd | January 29, 2005 at 04:37 PM
Easy there CJD. I have folks convinced I'm a nice girl. Nice girls don't fellate cordial glasses. I've heard of ice queens before, but snow pussies? Now damn, that's cold!
Posted by: Xdm | January 30, 2005 at 01:59 PM
It took nearly a week, but my comment finally stirred up Xdm's readership! I was waiting for that...
Posted by: AVERAGE JOE | January 31, 2005 at 10:34 AM
Givng credit where credit is due... show pussies is actually a DMV quote. I just adopted it!
Posted by: cjd | January 31, 2005 at 09:03 PM