minor party, no catastrophes
Monday, January 2 
A "Mustache Kit" made the rounds at the party. Pooknelle shows Cec and Shawn how to rock a black eyebrow.
Happy New Year! This is challenging for me, but there are nearly 50 million awesome photos from my hootenanny last week, so I'm going to show more (with thanks to a tireless and always-generous photographer!) rather than tell you all about it...
Jerry showed up with a dish called "Bacon Explosion" which is actually a real, live dish that you too can make at home. I sort of love Jerry for going to all this uniquely delicious trouble, despite the fact that when he left, he pointed out that NO ONE sang at my hootenanny. (It was a song-free hootenanny, Jerry. HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF A SONGLESS HOOTENANNY? Sheesh.)
Angus spent most of the party cruising about, checking the floor for snacks. Heatlhy Nurse demonstrated how she cured her dog of jumping up on people with a quick little flick to the nose. Take that, Angus!
OK, so it's true. Nobody sang. No one. But lots of folks made the Mustache Kit sing. This is my pop, who is not even a tiny bit afraid of looking goofy.
A-Hole
Shawn insisted he looked like actor Sam Shepard with this mustache, and we were all like, Well, no... Just...No.
But we did reassure him he managed to look like another famous (historic figure) with this getup.
Fave Auntie
Oldest Nephew
Youngest Nephew
Oldest Son
Me
Cec
At one point during the party I took a look around and thought, My goodness! I think people are actually having fun.
I requested a group photo before everyone left and I rushed off to bed for my beauty sleep. We had to take several, as I appear to be holding court here. (Somebody was feeling a little big for her britches by the end of the night, surrounded by all that blog-reader/friend/family-love. Or perhaps it was the glasses of fine cardboardeaux that had me feeling all warm and huggy.)
Thanks to everyone who came to the hootenanny, with assurance that there will be one again next year if you couldn't make it, and another blog recap if you can't...Thanks for reading me. I like you. You always smell nice.
Reader Comments (15)
Despite the lack of singing, the hootenanny was a real hoot. Thanks for hosting it and special thanks for hosting us. I know we were a PITA but we'll strive to be less trouble the next time we visit. (Except - heated toilet seat please?)
Oh ... and Shawn w/red moustache = Lech Walesa. Not Sam Shepard who, I'd like to point out, doesn't even have a mustache. Perhaps he meant Sam Elliott, a look-a-like title that is owned by my big brother with his natural mustache. Sorry Shawn.
To all of Megan's readers who came to the party: We loved meeting all of you. Quite a fun bunch of folks. NLwD, we totally missed you and RRD! Next time for sure.
Wow, you all looked wonderful! I'm incredibly disappointed not to have been there! (Really, I'm not the sot I like to pretend I'll be, I'm actually a bit subdued and anxious in crowds, so you don't have to worry next year that I'll slosh something on your good sweater.) Did Savannah do Chaucer? Were the bacon delights all gone by the end of the night? Oldest Son is a real beast in the 'stache -- where'd those Charles Atlas biceps come from? And Shawn should probably grow a red mustache for real. It's niiiice! My crush on your dad has not abated in the least.
As I study the pictures, I conclude that probably every man should grow a red mustache. FaveAuntie looks as good as a woman can in that thing, but but I imagine brushing your teeth would present a challenge.
FaveAuntie, bless you. Next year!
Of course Mom is not paying attention to the camera. Sheesh. Lovely pics and I am glad that all the boys were there . I love our youngest nephews pic with the stach. What a card. Your boys and their friends look like they are managing to have a good time too. Maybe next year I can come for a while . Glad a good time was had by all . Happy New Year yall.
So bummed we couldn't make it. There wasn't a babysitter in sight and a 7pm start is a little late for my munchkins. Looks like a blast!
Hey! I sang! I really really did. I sang one whole verse of "baby beluga" which is the only song in my register I actually know (most of) the lyrics to. The bacon explosion was ....mighty bacon-y wow. It was very fun to meet everybody.
I know of at least one attendee whose bacon explosion experience did exactly that. I'm not naming names, but still...
It was great meeting so many readers. And what's all this talk about cold western winters? It's colder here in Florida today than it was in SLC our last day.
Megan: you and Eunice are the best hosts EVER!
I very much enjoyed chatting with everyone and meeting all of your family members! What a great, upbeat, open and hip family you have! You're very very lucky!!!! The party was warm and fun, the food was great! Much enjoyed, Thank you!!! =) (I'm just bummed I didn't try out a 'stache myself, feel like I really missed out!) Next year! NLwD... you HAVE to come next year!
Oh and Pooknelle, I really enjoyed meeting you and chatting. I loved your "boob cozy" and now I'm going to have to make one for myself just so I can wear it and have an excuse to say "boob cozy!" It's kinda fun to say! =)
So that's a boob cozy! Cool! I'd like to find out how to knit it bulky enough that it hid the fact nothing's under it.
Laurie, if I have to crawl, I'll be there next year. You guys all looked like you were having a ball, baby beluga not withstanding.
I'll be the one to say it. The bacon explosion didn't really pop. NLwD, no...the bacon was not all gone. Folks were polite, and many did partake, but it was missing something. Green chilies? Jalapenos? It needed something...it was a bit...bland. Artery-clogging for sure, but that's only half the battle.
SDA, please don't fault your Mom. I can only assume it was my scintillating conversation that distracted her from the camera. ;-)
Megan, it was a fabulous full-fledged singing hootenanny which, with the ability to sign the bathroom wall, certainly ranks up there as one of the best parties of 2011! Thanks for inviting us, and we're already looking forward to the second annual event, where presumably everything will be stepped up a notch. Homemade moonshine where the wine sat. A merkin kit where the fake mustache was. Nuclear Bacon, laying waste to last year's mere explosion. "Baby Beluga" replaced with a rousing rendition of the Flintstones theme song perhaps (and sung by more than one person). The possibilities are endless.
Happy 2012 everyone!
FaveAuntie: Shawn says you're right, he meant Sam Elliott. (No matter, he didn't quite manage to evoke either Sam.) I'm so humbled you traveled all this way to see my world and visit us! Not sure how to thank you both — maybe more blog posts detailing what a handful you two are :) ?
NLw/D: We missed you, but now we have something to look forward to next year. Oldest Son has been working out to gain those biceps, so I'm sure he'd be pleased to hear your praise. No Chaucer from Savannah I'm afraid, but we also didn't provide her with Scotch, so she's off the hook.
SDA: Hope you had a fab time in Minneysotey!
Melynda: I understand completely! There's always next year :) Or will you be on the road?
Pooknelle: I can vouch for you. You did sing. Very hootenanny-ish, even if you were the only one! (See comment to Laurie, below.)
BrotherJohn: Yes, the bacon explosion was the menu gift that kept on giving for one fine eyebrow-rockin' gent in attendance. That said, it was delish and I'd eat it all again! BroJo, you're the bomb. Nuff said.
Laurie: Yes, if I remember from a past Halloween photo of yours, you really do rock a 'stache, so I have no idea why you were being so shy. I'm with NLw/D on the boob cozys. They're cool, but they draw your eyes to them. For me it would be sort of like a flashing woolen billboard screaming "Hey look, I don't have boobs! But...I'm crafty." (If you're not well-endowed, do boob cozys then become nipple warmers? With a changed name, it might not sound like I'm delusional when people compliment me wearing one. "Oh, you like it? Thanks. It's a nipple warmer. My sis-in-law made it." Also, please note that Pooknelle has NEVER made a boob cozy for me before. I don't think that's unintentional. Sayin.')
Sexy Beast: I know! Where were the merkins, for heaven's sake? I may need to contact Mrs. F in advance next year and find out where we can get some. Beats the mustache kit, right?
Also, I happen to know my way around pork, Beast. Your bacon explosion was awesome and inspiring, in the way that only creativity with bacon can be.
Megan, hmmm you have a point there. I too am lacking in the boob department. They aren't hooters or even hoots.... just hoos. "Look at the lady with the wee little hoos. Poor thing." Yeah... I hear ya. Perhaps the boob cozy could be worn on days when one wants to pretend to have something up on top. However, the knitted nipple warmers almost sound like a must for the next party. Yeah!! Party favors! Oooo perhaps I should get started! =)
Cardboardeaux? Seriously, girl, where do you come up with this stuff? So sorry that distance kept me away from your shindig. Hopefully one of these days we'll get to see each other in real life again. Happy New Year! XO Diane
Hahaha. The picture made me laugh. Reading along with your pictures in the post made this a lot more fun. You have given me an idea how to set up a party next time. With all the guest get-mustached! What a unique idea! Whoever has the unique mustache gets the prize. It isn't a catastrophe indeed!
The comments kinda recreate the ambiance, and I almost think I was there. Think I'll quick pour a glass o' cardbordeaux and reread things.
This nipple warmer thing - I think I could probably just put my fanny pack on backward and get the same effect, but who wants to admit their nipples are that low? Can we bring ribs into the title, since I'm thinking they're not likely to sag much? Or wait - couldn't I just stuff a boob cozy with my knitting projects? Not only would it fill the cozy, but it would keep the knitting handy.