So last Friday night was Ryan's company's annual 'Cigar Party'. Basically, it's a bunch of dudes sitting around outside, where a authentic Cuban cigar roller, rolls them big fatties, they drink beer, grill giant steaks, and talk bullshit for hours.
Sounds like the life, huh?
I swear, those guys work hard, I know they do, but damn do they play hard too!! Remember the fishing trip to Texoma???? Or the all expense paid trip to hunt hogs out of freaking helicopters in Texas???
Where's my fishing trip?
Where's my helicopter ride?
Or more accurately, where's my trip to the salon for a full body make-over complete with massage, mani-pedi, facial, and haircut????
Why can't my boss be like Ryan's boss????
OHHHH, wait!! Even better! Why can't Ryan's boss have a fun girls weekend for all the wives!!?? That's the ticket folks! I think us girls deserve somethin' special for dealing with all these fun guy parties. Am I right, or am I right?!?!
OK, moving on.
Anyways, last Friday Ryan ventured to the Cigar Party and wasn't going to be home till late, so I really didn't see him on Friday.
It's Saturday morning, about 9am, both Ryan, Wyatt and I start to wake up.
Ryan turns to me and says, "Man, I think I had too much to drink last night."
I'm not surprised.
And now I'm jealous.
Then he says, "On the way home we stopped at McDonald's and ordered 80 chicken nuggets, 2 large fries, and a cheeseburger. I have no idea why. The McDonald's guy couldn't stop laughing to take our order. It was bad."
**UPDATE**I'm sorry, I got the count wrong. It was 80 nuggets, 5 large fries, 3 cheeseburgers, 2 apple pies, some cookies, and a partridge in a pear tree.
At this point I'm laughing so hard I'm afraid I'm going to pee myself.
EIGHTY chicken nuggets?!?!?!
Not 10 or 20 (for 4 of them by the way), but EIGHTY!!!!
Apparently they ate about 2 nuggets and we were privileged enough to 'house' the rest in our fridge.
OH, and when we went outside, later that day, there were french fries all over our driveway.
I'd call that a successful Cigar Party, people.
I know right...his boss does treat him right....we don't even have summer parties at my work anymore and our holiday party was taken away last year due to budget constraints!ReplyDelete
He really does have a wonderful boss. : ) Haha, I love that it was 80 nuggets and apparently they now live in your fridge. Poor you. : (ReplyDelete
There are some funny pictures of my roommate and I right after college, drunk, late at night, with a bunch of chicken nuggets. Not quite 80, but that is impressive. Sounds like some Taco Bell orders I have made at that hour. So will we be serving chicken nuggets at the baby shower? :)ReplyDelete
Nuggets is a funny word.ReplyDelete