Party -- Family Style

There's nothing like a good party. And last night's affair was nothing like a good party. Just kidding, I had to use some Mary Poppins just to keep things light. Last night was great. Almost everyone was there. Den, Laura, Deb, Me, Mar, Dee, My, (no chris - home with sick kids), Brandon (host) and Marci (hostess and most excellent guac salsa maker). Den and I arrived late so we missed Olivia opening the water spigot and flooding the floor. Her solution was great, though, as she described putting her fingers in the two spewing holes until cousin Josh helped her get control of the situation but not until the floor was Lake Powell. Sorry about the mud Marci.

An enjoyable part of the evening (besides making fun of debi-as-medical-patient) was taking a cursory journey through the life of Marlo. He will be attending a business function in which he and his coleagues will exchange little-known fun facts about each other annonymously and attempt to guess who experienced what. Sounds fun. However, in talking about Mar and his life, we discovered two things: first, most all of the memorable events were in some way devious and therefore obvious (so not so great for the coleague party game) and B, it is very fun diving into the past with brothers and sisters and mom in the room.

Debi got Marlo going on a fabulous story involving a baseball game, intestinal distress, and a load of leaves. Mar participated in a baseball league where he was a pitcher for a couple of years. I think it was called Roy Hobbs. Anyway, he arrived for a particular game and found early that he needed to use the facilities prior to his first pitch. However, the bathrooms were locked. My solution to this would be to leave a present directly outside the door of the locked bathroom in protest of them being locked in the first place. Since he was unable to relieve his condition, he decided he would tough it out.

Equally as great as the story was Debi's ability to draw Marlo into acting out the tale (tail?). He got into it as he recounted each inning, the sloshy gut juice, and the additional sphincter focus required to keep said juice contained. Finally, in the fifth inning, after pacing around each inning, (and the teller pacing around the kitchen during the story), he retired the side and casually made his way to a patch of grass near the field with a big tree. He pressed against the tree, dropped trou, and let out a stream of relief. Relief became releaf. With no paper to cleasne with, he followed the example of several dog-pets we had and dragged his butt along the ground on the soft green grass until clean. That evening, while stripping off his baseball pants, Dee noticed a few leaves dropping to the carpet. As he rolled his pants down he discovered that he had inadvertently gathered a pile of leaves and trapped them in his pants in his haste to get back to the game.

Unfortunately, we were unable to talk him into using this story for the party. Oh well.