{for another super cute photo of Fifty and Napoleon's road trip click here}
The match was over, another victory for Toulon, another chance to celebrate. And the best way to celebrate is with free Rosé and canapes at the reception after the match. It's a nice and civil way to start the evening. That civility lasted for all of about one hour because check this out... Mrs. London and I found out something startling... Child Bride had never been to a night club... never ever. So obviously we had a mission. The boys were going to a party and us ladies were going out to let Child Bride see what all the fuss is about.
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| {nightclub quality fuzziness} |
Child Bride had a fantastic time. Look at her smiling up there in that fuzzy photo. Loving life she was. And there's Mrs. London to her left in a pink sequined fedora that she took off some guys head, and of course me, pretending that I'm not one week away from turning thirty grumble grumble blah blah years old.
After the guys met up with us (The Husband, Brother-in-Law, and Mr. London... you know, the guys), we headed home in time for a 4AM spatula fight. You haven't lived until you've fenced with spatulas at 4AM (or had one broken over your head... The Husband really is sorry about that Mr. London).
And then morning came. I got out of bed, had my coffee, and spent sometime staring at an office chair. It looked sad, and like it had no purpose. And that's when the light bulb in my head dinged. EUREKA! Not only did that office chair have a purpose, it had a destiny, and that destiny was to take Brother-in-Law for a ride down a steep driveway. I took the chair to Brother-in-Law and asked him if he could help that sad office chair fulfill it's destiny, and he said he would (of course he did). So he put his Hello Kitty mask on, and took the chair up to the top of the driveway.
And then this happened...
That chair can die happy now.
Thank you Brother-in-Law.
Thank you Brother-in-Law.
bisou
That was AWESOME! Good job he missed the car!
ReplyDeleteYeh, glad he missed the car. I have a hill I go down to go from my little town to the little city. I do it in the car but here's the daredevil way. (Illegal under country ordinance.)
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Nice!
ReplyDeleteYes really a good job missed the car!!!
Have a great week end.
Bisous, Babi
Oh my gosh, that is too funny! I just love how the Hello Kitty mask had to accompany him down the hill. I'm so glad Child Bride got her first nightclub experience - how can one think about getting married before going out to a nightclub?!
ReplyDeleteLol, so glad you were able to help fulfil Child Bride's night club experience, and I can now totally see how that office chair sequence came into being the next morning (although mine, which is very similar, is now quaking underneath me in fear) I also notice that husband was not the one to volunteer to help the chair out, he's not that daft is he ;o)
ReplyDeleteHoly beegeesus. Maybe should have moved the car out of the way first? Perhaps that is a "hindsight is always 20-20" situation.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! I love the supportive 'woof' from one of thedogs!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! I love the supportive 'woof' from one of thedogs!
ReplyDeleteYou guys always look like you have so much fun!
ReplyDeleteYou must really "hate" Brother-in-Law!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou had me busting out with belly laughs, Sara! It reminds me of when we used to have races with office chairs late at night in the Geology Department at Acadia University. Sometimes we just had to get away from our crispy critters (fossils) and rocks! You have a fun persona in your blog ~ not to mention fun times!
ReplyDeleteHA. Oh boy... that video was well worth the wait from the teaser photo.
ReplyDeleteHaha, this is awesome! Thanks for sharing this story and making me laugh so much! Did he hurt himself? It looked pretty painful but I am glad he missed the car!
ReplyDeleteNext up on Child Bride's life to-do list: office chair luge.
ReplyDeleteI mean now that she's a seasoned club gal, that's the logical next step, right?
That is A-MAY-ZING - but way beyond this Old Gal now. Actually, I don't think I've ever been to a night club. Is 54 too old to start going, do you think?!
ReplyDeleteO.M.G. I am laughing out loud here!
ReplyDeleteAnd I really want Fifty to drive me somewhere. Please?
YES! We used to do that in the dorms at college, but hills are way better. Did he get scraped up at all? He has some definite speed going!
ReplyDeleteIt had to be done. Clearly.
ReplyDeleteYou guys are freakin' nuts.......but I love your articles.
ReplyDeletepahahahahahahaha oh my gosh that chair picked up way more speed than I ever imagined -that is hysterical!!
ReplyDeleteSara,
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly what I needed. A good belly laugh. You never let me down. It started from the moment I laid eyes on Fifty in the car and ended up with the goof sliding down the driveway, masked and carefree. I think I'm moving to France to hang out w/ ya all.
Deb xo
I love the picture of the dogs driving :)
ReplyDeleteohmygod — thank you for posting the video!!! he barely missed a bad encounter with the front end of a car! (and running over the pups who barely managed to stay out of the way!)
ReplyDeleteand that foto of fifty and his buddy in the car is price-less!!!
Was the car at the end of the driveway supposed to buffer the stop??? LOL! You guys are crazy...but very good use of an office chair!!
ReplyDeleteOh and coming from someone on the "other side", 30 is awesome! You. shall. see!
to think i drove 4 hours to nashville this weekend for a good time....when really all i need was a good set of sturdy spatulas and a rolly office chair....the things i learn from your blog.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I missed the video the first time!!!!! Hahhhhhhhahahahhahaha!
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