the Summer of Heat n Meat continues to roll on. this was an epic day for the carolina t-machinists. J.P. snagged one of the sweetest Magnavox floor model vinyl players i've ever seen at the thrift store. first record laid down the beauty...that's right "Huey Lewis and the News - Sport". thing works like a charm...huey was soundin like a slightly muffled Jesus when we spun him through it.
then it was time to eat. steak n chicken kabobs drew some Arseno Hall dog pound fist pumps when they stepped off the grill. and the Laucher-5000 squad brought a few mouthwatering chicken n sage sausages to the parade, topped em with a wicked mix of coleslaw and ranch....BINGO!
the night was capped by a little pastry, straight outta the mind of mrs. horner. she really hit a 4 bagger with this fresh peach pocket. rammed the peaches right in some puff pastry n topped it with a little vanilla bean cream. it was like cuttin into a brick of gold...all shiny and exciting.
Laucher-5000 was AMPED!!!
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those damn records trumped anything we could have made that night. delicious.
Man, you're killing me over here! I've got 'ner a fortnite before my travels takes me to the First In Flight State and already my taste buds are screaming "are we there yet? are we there yet?...shut up! or I'll give you something to cry about!!"...oh, nevermind, that was a time ago....
Huey Lewis always reminds me of myself (and whomever I could con into participating with my bossy ass) throwing ourselves into a lipsynching sesh consisting of mics made of the the stand-up part of a canister vaccums, brooms standing in for geetars, and crescendos made poignant by flinging myself (always the lead singer) off the rock wall. All powered by Dad's huge silver boom box. That thing was majestic.
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