Headed over to Mr. Perizzolos on Saturday for a Summer BBQ in the rain. He had the table nicely set and everything ready to go before we even got there. Shit, he was more prepared then I am for most dinners!

We were told to arrive around 6pm. Chad and I were early birds because we couldn’t wait. Shannon & Kelly arrived non to short after, but the damn Tyrrells were too busy making out to show up on time ;) Actually, it was that damn HWY 1 that is going to annoy us all to hell by the time it’s finished being upgraded.

This man…who does he think he is?

I was bringing back 1985, just for Ryan.

Dinner for Shmucks!

Dario served us Chicken & Beef burgers, salad and fries, not to mention an abundance of wine.

Before all the cool people showed up Chad, Dario and I were having a conversation about the flow of his house. While doing so we  collaborated and came up with a great idea to knock down half of this wall to create a bar.

While re-telling this story at dinner something was said about whether or not Dario would actually have the motivation to build this bar. Well, no sooner was that said, but the hammer was taken out (from it’s convenient cubby in the kitchen) and smashed into the wall, providing ample amount of motivation for Dario to get on it!

Just because it’s not his party doesn’t mean he can’t control the evening!

Mr. Photographer at work.

Ryan clearly thinks he is just too cool.

You seriously can’t take him out of the house.

Sporadic Moment of Proof #2

Apparently one drunken evening the question was asked, can Dario throw the football over his house? Well, it wasn’t solved that evening, but it sure was solved on Saturday. Dario threw a perfect pass to Chad from one side of the yard to the other, then did the exact same thing back to Ryan. To say the question was answered would be an understatement. It was like Christmas morning for those boys.

This then meant that football had to be played in the house as well.

We found out that Kelly was unable to catch any sort of ball, so Chad gave her a lesson. Chad is good at catching balls…

While the boys were in the kitchen discussing world politics, the girls somehow got into an impromptu yoga lesson. Now, I have never done a minute of yoga in my life, but Kelly showed me a few poses and it was like I was a natural, which I actually found very surprising. I actually couldn’t believe how much of a work out I got and how sore I was the next day. It was pretty damn amazing.

Who know what was going on in here.

Where is Kelly!?

Kelly and Shannon are sisters and good friends of my cousin Francesca. I’ve known them for a while, Chad has known them some and they met Dario for the first time at Ryan and Elise wedding. The group of us really hit it off  at the wedding and it was great having them over for dinner on Saturday. Shannon is actually going to be in Italy at the same time as us so we’ve planned to meet up, which we are both really excited about. I really hope we plan more events with these two lovely ladies in the future!

An awesome Saturday evening as usual with our favourites. The boys ended it outside on the patio with Scotch, and the girls decided to watch Knocked Up the uncensored edit, filled with ‘head popping’ scenes. Ick!

Where does the time go?

Elise’s Stagette is tomorrow. Chilliwack River Rafting in the AM and then Roosters in the PM. Neither of them I have ever participated in before. Have I already told you that? I have no idea what to expect, and oddly enough, the thing I am worried about the most is if my hair is going to get ruined while river rafting and how I will re-due it for the evening. Silly, yet important to plan out.

I get so overwhelmed when there is a weekend with a million things going on. I focus so much on the big picture and I just start to get stressed about it all. This weekend feels like that right now even though there is nothing to stress about and everything will work out.

I need to relax.

I don’t have any time anymore. I just keep repeating the same things over and over again. I am possibly loosing my mind.

It took me a week, but I’ve finally got the highlights of our camping trip organized and ready to post!

You know how I’m notorious for posting a million pictures, well I really tried to pair it down this time…if you can believe it.

So…here are the highlights!

Sometimes husbands are very thoughtful. My husband is usually thoughtful only when it comes to booze. He knew how much I love the Jack and Lemonade they serve at Memphis Blue, and found this stuff at the Liquor store. Yay!

We always go gourmet when it comes to camping. Dinner for 6 – Flank Steak, Baked Potatoes, Caesar Salad, and all the fixings!

There was some very interesting conversation that when around the camp site including a comparison of the male genitalia and the Canadian/US border.

A photo ruined by a classic Beer Pass.

BEST FRIEND SHOT

Every time Mike went to pee, Elise would throw rocks at him. She successfully hit him several times.

It started to rain Friday night so we had to adjust our seating.

Chad braved the rain with a home made water proof vest (garbage bag) and Colin brought out his Golf Umbrella.

Chad and I had a Beef Jerky Tug-O-War.

Neil sat in his chair after it had rained for quite a bit and got his ass wet. The solution? Warm it by the fire.

Elise was clearly not impressed by this.

Dario made everyone Flaming Etna’s. Chad had a hard time getting it down so Neil had to help. You can clearly see how Steve felt about it.

Pat resists 2010, Bitches.

Chad left his shoes in the rain. Classic. He tried to warm them but ended up burning them.

What happens when you have too much ice in the cooler? Frozen Eggs.

Steve was too lazy to get a fork so he used tongs to eat his eggs. Ha.

Dario doesn’t believe in Ketchup. Well, maybe not ‘doesn’t believe’ but he doesn’t like it. Therefore, he does not have any in his house. Now, this poses a problem when friends come over for burgers and expect to find it. Solution – buy Dario Ketchup for when we come over!

What is the smartest thing to do when you are massively hung over? How about eat your most hated item of food! Thats what Neil did! Eggs and Baileys nom nom nom.

The Pouwel/Tyrrell McMuffin.

The photographer emerges.

TREES

Neil spent most of the day like this.

No need for words.

Dario and Nyla play.

CAMP

Neil and brunch

Patz tent and our tent are holding hands. Awww.

Ol’Man asleep in the daisies.

Summer Toque.

The boys played poker, but were too drunk to remember to put it away. Bad idea since it poured Saturday night.

1 ruined Poker Set.

The making of the BACON burger. A dedicated post of this to come.

70% Bacon

Grill grill grill

The Bacon Sleeps

Adam and Alicia show up and Adam immediately gets naked.

Nice and hot down at the beach!

Adam naked again.

SQUIRREL

The moving of A & As tent. Long story short – the rangers kept screwing us over and our second campsite was moved…3 times.

Mike the hobo takes a nap.

Stickball induces anger.

The Resolution of Stickball.

One damn sexy couple. I think I see some nipple.

Elise got fish eye again.

Two best friends with a bet on who can out live who.

Steve made the first successful Jiffy Pop I have ever seen.

Nyla is hungry.

Darios Dinner

Ryan is passsssed out.

Someone thought it would be a good idea to burn a chair.

You can blame us for global warming. Sorry Al.

Thank God for this toque.

Most successful hat of the weekend goes to… The Fort Saint James LED hat! Woot Woot

THANKS MARLEE!

The Family Photo – minus Colin who would not get up.

Another successful camping trip.

Most of the quotes from this weekend are R rated, so they probably won’t go up on the blog. THANKS STEVE!

Want to see the rest of the photos? Click HERE.

Camping was a success.

We didn’t write down all the amazing one liners this time so I’m going to have to try to remember everything.

It rained 70% of the time, but that’s OK, we made it work.

Ranger Danger attempted to kick us out (apparently) on Friday night, but that didn’t happen.

They totally left us alone on Saturday night.

Mike and Anthea had to relocate their tent 3 times.

The park rangers tried to screw us over, and Pat almost lost is Crown Royal and Apple juice shit on them, but we prevented it.

Stick Ball has never had so many rules before.

All 300ish pictures have been uploaded to Flickr, and no, I won’t post them all on here.

It’s going to take a while to recover from this weekend.

And now for my male readers…an over load of BBQ and Meat pictures!

This is Darios pride and joy. A brand new Baby Webber.

Oh the proud Papa!

Dario invited us over for the christening of his new BBQ and to start of the BBQ season. Chad and I were asked to be Godparents. We graciously accepted.

The men talked specs while I admired the back yard. I want a gaaaaarden.

And MEAT touches the GRILL!

Pork Loin, Flank Steak, and Veggie Kabobs.

Table for 3 please.

Hello Giant Bang Head.

FOOOOOOOOD.

Webcamming it with Mr. Jew. Yes, we miss him that much. We watched the hockey game together.

Then Dario and I fell asleep on the couch while Chad talked to himself. Classic.

It was an excellent first BBQ at Mr. Perizzolos. That machine is a beauty, even for a girl who knows nothing about BBQs.

I love BBQs not only because meat and fire taste good, but it’s one less thing I have to do in the kitchen!

Saturday was a full impact day that started off with me discovering my car had been keyed. Yaya! I get to spend $300 for no reason!!!

I then went and picked up Pat from Dario’s house, where they were trying to figure out how to hook up the Nintendo.

It’s hard to seperate lovers when they don’t see each other often.

Pat wanted to go down to this Roller Derby sale in Vancouver. He had informed me that it was near Terminal so the plan was to take the sky train to Main Street and then walk from there. Thank God I was feeling lazy and decided to drive instead because we drove around for half an hour trying to find the place, which according to Google Maps on Pats pohone was in the middle of train tracks, only to realized that the place was actually a block away from my work. SRSLY PATRICK! If only he had given me the actual address ahead of time it would have taken me 20 minutes to get there! Oddly enough I drive by this place every day after work and have thought to myself many times that I should tell Pat about it, but never put two and two together.

Roller Derby crowds are always very interesting. We were talking to one girl who laughed and said, “I’m in roller derby, but do I look like a freak? I don’t understand why people dress so wacky for this”. I agree. There was your mix of Punks, and Goths, and 40 year old women in hooker boots on a leash. You know, the usual.

We had to wait in line for an hour because the store is small and they only let so many people in at once. I didn’t buy anything but Pat got some wheels and stoppers.

I then had the brilliant idea of going to Memphis Blues for lunch.

Pulled Pork for me and Brisket for Pat. Nom nom nom.

I promised Pat a Pork and Bacon filled dinner, something ever Jew wishes for on their Birthday. I then realized after dinner that I forgot to put bacon in two of the dishes. Ha. Woops.

I was in a mad rush as usual.

I made…

Sweet Bacon Wrapped Pork Loin
Hand Cut Shoe String Fries with Lemon Salt
Onion Gratin with Creme Fraiche and Cheese
Caesar Salad

The shoe string fries took forever to deep fry. Everything else was ready to go but we had to wait for the damn fries.

I was actually surprised at how well the Onion Gratin turned out since I have never made a recipe that used onion as the main ingredient. Everyone thought it was really good which I was thankful for!

A nice little triple date.

Pat and Dario then shared their newly discovered shot with us; The Flaming Etna. Half Fire Ball half Sambuca.

It was actually really tasty!

Off to the Cambie for the usual Patrick Zaph Party Adventures.

We sat on the Patio for the first bit because it wasn’t too cold, but we then had to move to the inside as we froze our butts off.

That’s the truth.

I finally let my mark at the Cambie.

The Pat Zaph Trio

I made a new friend.

It was a good night until Elise went to the bathroom and discovered two people in the stall beside her were having sex. She was mortified and sat at the table in shock for the rest of the night. We all found it pretty hilarious, though, if I were in her position, I probably would have been totally disgusted.

Pat left on Sunday and we weren’t going to see him so we said good bye that night.

Another amazing weekend!

Until next time my little Jewish friend.

We miss you like you will never understand. Things are only normal when you are here.

Friday Night Housewarming Party at Mr. Perizzolos!

The big joke was going to be if Dario was actually going to put the heat on in the house, or if he was expecting all of us to warm it for him.

I received at txt from Shaz at 7 that said it was freezing cold, so clearly he hadn’t turned the heat on!

The night turned into a scotch fest, greasy food, singing and dance party.

Dario set up a specialty Puke Station for Chad. Thankfully, it was never used.

Hey LOOK! It’s our Jewish friend Pat!

Chad is not included in the group of Champions.

We found out that night that Dario had become the proud parent of a 10 pound bag of sugar.

He is a natural born father.

Chad thought he would take a turn holding the Baby.

Dario then prepares him for burping.

Burp the Baby.

People were constantly making sure the heat was set to the right temperature.

Oh no. They have already started.

I’m sorry. Whats this? Brass Knuckles plus a Tazer??? Is that really necessary?

We attempted to Curl using rolly chairs. Didn’t work that well.

Pat practicing his best ‘Ryan Warner’.

Chad bought Dario a bottle of Scotch as a housewarming gift.

I think I see Chad singing.

This is clearly when we all started to loose our minds.

Old Man Ciavarro had to sit down for a bit.

Pat and I were givin it hard.

This is what I look like when I am rapping.

Uh oh. Is Chad going to dance now?

Pat is VERY excited.

Chad is obviously very embarrassed.

Dario and Pat did some pretty amazing harmonizing as well. We all agreed that it was the best they had ever sounded.

We decided to have a 12:01 meat party. Unfortunately there were only 6 of us left, and a lot of meat to eat.

Chad chose potato skins. They looked neuclear.

Right after this picture was taken I fell asleep on the couch. Literally.

All the dancing and singing wore me out.

It was a good party. The start of many parties. Darios house is a good party house, I can already tell. All he needs is to get the big screen working.

I’m calling it. Next weekend hockey game is at Darios!