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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Blues BBQ Buffoonery

When you take little carnivores to a Blues and BBQ festival, you better be prepared with a change of clothes, an 84 count of wet wipes and PMS mints.


He won't sit on the grass, but he will eat a rib like a popsicle
Unfortunately, I only remembered the PMS mints. I forgot the change of clothes, despite the fact that I was traveling with a "PiSSsss" happy monkey-boy. I made him swear that he'd tell me when he had to do number one - I didn't take into account that ribs and corn give him the urge to punch out number two uncontrollably.

Oh well. Lesson learned. Should've foreseen the messy event when he told me he was wearing Zuki's new underpants because I still haven't caught up with our post-vacation laundry.

Joining some dear friends at an outing to the Blues and BBQ festival at Pier 84, we bothered enough people to claim the day as a success. We parents noshed, drank and yelled at our group of kids to stop doing things like this:

 
Demonstrating the Grandma Grip
And found that all the while I labelled my boys with buffoonery, I discovered that it is indeed - contagious.



With top notch blues bands playing in the background, my expectation for the kids was a mini-Woodstock...dancing barefoot in grass taped off with yellow "Caution" tape. Instead, their highlight was seeing our vacation cruise ship from last week, sailing down the Hudson River.

The Carnival Glory escaping without us
Envy makes you yell strange things.

While Samu screamed, "Wait for me!" I yelled, "Hope you hit a Goldberg!"

What? This is New York, not Iceland.

14 comments:

  1. Although it may have been messy, it certainly looks like everyone had fun. Glad you are back! :)

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    1. Messy - is an understatement. But if you can gauge fun by the mess it makes, then yes, it was tremendous fun!

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  2. I love when you're kinda bad. I don't feel all alone in the world. Like when I blamed the 8-year-old next door for stealing Noah's prescription when really I never picked it up. I didn't blame him directly; I did it behind his back (duh). You'd have my back, right? RIGHT NAMI? YOU WOULD, RIGHT?

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    1. All the time, anywhere and then some.

      I gotta try that "someone stole my prescription" story with Zuki's Singulair...

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  3. PMS mints? What are they and where do I get them?

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  4. At the hardware store, next to the axes!

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  5. Hahahaha girl you always crack me up. As messy as it can be I bet you guys had one heck of a fun day. And that's one huge ribs! :D

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    1. It's hard not to have fun with kids and meat!

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  6. I would love to have some popsicle ribs too! :) 84 count of wet wipes? I know what you mean! :)

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    1. When you're in town, head over to Brother Jimmy's - it was tasty.

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  7. I go away for a week and I come back trying hard not to laugh too loudly because the twinlets are still napping. That first photo is a crack up!
    I'm making a mental of what ribs and corn will do to a young boy. While it made me cringe reading it, I'm grateful for the tip. So, thanks...

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  8. You're welcome for the tip and thanks for laughing - it made the experience worth it.

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  9. Can you really buy PMS mints, nowadays? At times, I could use a few of those for myself.

    I traveled back home to take care of some private business, ten days after returning to Kuwait. I drove by some of the same places we visited while on vacation, three weeks earlier. It sure brought back fond memories.

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    1. The PMS mints are actually a "gag" candy we found in a novelty candy store. I wished they truly existed, too - they'd a staple part of my diet.

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