This Is How We Do It

Had a wedding reception over the weekend — one of those where they got married already, then came home to have a party — love that idea, btw.  But anyhoo, we had a blast — the bride got so drunk she spilled 3 drinks on herself (luckily AFTER she had changed out of her dress!), broke a glass and fell twice, after which she pretty much just sat in the floor laughing like a loon.  And the groom was so shitfaced he couldn’t do anything about it, so for all I know they may have had to sleep there!

But the best part… was the food…

Heaping platters (yes, plural) of fried chicken, vegetable tray, chips and salsa, every kind of potato-salad-macaroni-salad-whatever-salad imaginable… and the piece de resistance:  TWO ENORMOUS MEAT AND CHEESE TRAYS WITH WHOLE LOAVES OF BREAD SITTING NEXT TO THEM FOR MAKE-YOUR-OWN-SAMMICHES!  Now that’s a motherfuckin’ party!

But there were also… little weenies.

And I LOOOOOOOOVE little weenies.  Little weenies soaking in a bubbling Crock-pot full of barbecue sauce is second only to little meatballs in the Hoody Hoo Food Pyramid.  Oh, and little quiches. And crabcakes.

But I digress.

The pancreas… does not approve of little weenies in BBQ sauce.

Even WITH the pig enzymes, I had to let Chuckweasel have most of them after my damn organs got uppity.  Now, I’m figuring it’s the sauce, since I’ve had both regular hot dogs and little meatballs in a similar sauce PP (Post-Pancreapocolyse) with no trouble.  So the difference between the weenie sauce and the meatball sauce is the bad part.

But still.  I will miss you, little weenies in BBQ sauce.  We had a good run.

And then, as we were packing up to leave, I saw this:

WTF?

And I felt a little better.

 

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19 responses to “This Is How We Do It

  1. I’m sorry you have to give em up! I got my gallbladder removed and now I can’t eat deep fried foods. Wahh! Woe is us.

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  2. What the fuck IS that? Miniature Virgin Mary bird baths awaiting burning at the stake? Why on earth did that make you feel better???

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    • I have no idea what they were, angels or Virgin Marys (Maries?) — I was afraid to get too close. And I always feel better when I see something truly fucked up, then I know it’s not just me!

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  3. This post made me remember the days when they used to have mini weenies already in the can of baked beans. Man, those were the best. I later years, I used to cut up weenies myself to mix in with the beans, but it just wasn’t the same.

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  4. Sorry about the weenie sauce, but watching the bride and groom sounded like fun!

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  5. Oh great . . . now I’ve got that song stuck in my head. 90’s club flashbacks!! Ahhh.

    What if you tried to get all the sauce off of the weenies and just eat them without? Too sad? I don’t know . . . just trying to help. Sorry about your loss . . . of weenies.

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    • I KNEW if I was gonna ear-worm somebody with that title, it would be you! And I’m gonna wait awhile and then just try some regular Little Smokies — I’ve had kielbasa with no trouble. But wiping off the sauce? No, I would start crying.

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  6. I would TOTALLY do a party reception if I had to do it over! Little weenies in BBQ sauce, yum. I have food allergies and one of the things I’ve had to give up is….chocolate. Yeah, it sucks to be us.

    Also, I don’t know why a bunch of birdbaths cheered you up, but Kitten Thunder’s comment made me LOL.

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    • CHOCOLATE? Like, all kinds? I don’t eat it a lot, but I think if you told me I couldn’t have any EVER, I’d be in anaphylactic shock before you could say “Pass the Snickers!”

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  7. Oh, little weenies…they are my downfall. I usually take the little weenies and wrap them in bacon coated with brown sugar, dark rum and honey. They are like a pork trifecta! DAMN..I’m hungry

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  8. Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd

    I gave up pork years and years ago, and one of the things I really miss is the weenies in red sauce.

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