spit....

Went to a party held by my cousin K and her hubby G on Saturday night. What intrigued me about this particular shindig was the fact that they were able to procure a spit, a la My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Visions of the whole slew of them taking turns rotating the skewered carcass was just too intriguing to pass up. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Thanks to my chronic lateness, I missed the entire cooking-in-the-spit-deal, although they cheated and utilized a motorized "spinner," and all they basically did was get liquored up and alternately eat hunks of meat while it was cooking. Despite the rainy weather, the lamb was damn good! The rest of the evening consisted of watching my Flyers lose the first game of their series, playing poker, socializing a little, hardly drinking and smoking even less.

K also notified me that my mom had sent out an e-mail (which I wasn't privy to) regarding "the family name" showing up in King Kong, thanks of course to Hollywood bro. Great. Now I have to try and get a version of the flick just to see what the hell all the fuss is about. Ugh!