We Didn't Start the Friendly Fire...

But we did enjoy the turkey. Tastes Delicious. We all gathered at Kyle and Michael's for our Thanksgiving feast. Everyone had slaved over their stoves to make scrumptious dishes for each of us to consume. Though it broke her heart, Zanna even brought the 99 cent jellied cranberry sauce. It was a good thing that Michael thought ahead since Darius failed to show with the cornbread stuffing. Michael struggled in a crazy kitchen trying to get all the last minute preperation together. This included dealing with three pans of mashed potatoes from the Spuds Shepherd, Mary Grace. Josh did the great honor of carving the turkey, after all he was the only straight man in attendance.

When we finally sat down we all ate ourselves into a food coma. Everyone was such wonderful cooks that it was hard to say no to a second helping. Thanksgiving is not a sprint, it is not for the weak. It is a marathon only for the strong minded. (at this point our guest blogger, Mike was playing with an adorable beagle puppy far far away). Some of the players in our Thanksgiving adventure could not continue without a little break (this is where the strong minded thing comes into play). They crashed out on the couch. And this is a candid photo!!

After a quick break, where we all called our families, we dived into the desserts. And then the games began. For any of you out there who know our beloved Randall...beware. He does not fool around when it comes to games. Extremely cutthroat. No messing around - You have been warned. And so a game of Catchphraze ensued. Denise could smell the stupid, it was all around. First the rules, that alone took an hour to explain. And then the contraption - "Which button do I push?" And then the things that were said, "It comes from a black cow," "Little drops of poop," and of course the title of today's blog sung eloquently by Kyle "We didn't start the fire" as the clue for FRIENDLY FIRE. All good fun. Unfortunately "Ugly Betty" came on in the middle of programming and the bloggers had to flee or learn the end without knowing the beginning. Besides most of the evening was over, Randall was peacefully sleeping like papa does after a giant turkey dinner...

I am sure that if Randall were awake he would say what the plant says:

WE'RE BACK!

That's right. Zanna's back in town. After a joyous blogger reunion, Zanna and Denise lobotomized a pumpkin or two. But that wasn't the only fun they had that evening: pumpkin carving was really only a side activity to keep the competitors loose. What competitors, you ask? Why, the competitors in the Second Annual Great and Glorious Beer Pong Tournament.

Last year's champions Tim and Lisa Ann were dressed to kill and ready to decimate the competition, but they were knocked out in the early rounds. Better luck next year, Tim and Lisa Ann. At least you looked great.




Though Zanna and Mike were good enough to beat last year's champions, they choked in the semifinals, very much like the Steelers in far too many AFC Championship games. Perhaps they'll get that Beer Pong Super Bowl ring next year.

But who won the Great and Glorious Beer Pong Tournament of 2007, you ask? We the bloggers won't keep you in suspense anymore--we'll show you some familiar faces instead. That's right, the champions, the winners, the owners of bragging rights for a year, are Naked At Places' very own Denise and Flosi! Woooo!



Our third-placers were too bitter (and perhaps too tipsy) to stand on the podium, but the second place team of Adam and Brielle was more than happy to pose for a photo op with the winners.



The prize was, of course, a duck.



The duck, when asked to give its perspective on the tournament, said only: "Denise has a dirty, whorish mouth."