The party queen has left the building and while I'm no Steve Martin party guy, I am hosting a FOOD FIGHT!!!
It's at The Beach House outside Hilton Head right on the beach in Georgia. The whole place is ours and there's a big campfire on the beach later. Ammunition in the form of ho ho's, cream pies, double chocolate double layer cakes, and M&M's will be provided. Just jet into Savannah and then it's second star on the right and straight on until morning (or the Atlantic Ocean whichever comes first).
The only thing is it's dressup although you will be given options. You can come as Elvis Presley. Or you can come as Michael Jackson. The Michael Jacksons will be teamed up against the Elvis Presley's where everyone on the winning team will get a NEW CAR!! from Oprah Winfrey who hasn't confirmed yet. However William Shatner has agreed to be the judge and a limo service will be provided so no one has to walk between the beach and the hotel on the beach. We need four volunteers on each side to 'man' the large elastic catapults which will be armed with french bomb suprise cakes.
William Shatner has kindly offered to 'transport' anyone in from far away with the Enterprise which should save no end of travelling time and they will be providing a stasis field so that anyone with any mobility challenges can teleport anywhere on the beach in a blink. Some rules apply because no teleporting behind enemy lines.
The contest will end when the food is gone and the winning team will be the most recognizable as judged by William Shatner (how weird is that?). After which the Hilton Head fire department/body builders gym club will be sending volunteers in thongs to hose the contestants down. Male caregivers just need to play along here because this one is for the girls and even though it's too late for this joke if those were boys with the firehoses I don't think wild horses would have kept the real Michael away. (cough cough) (move on)
After that there will be a weenie and marshmellow roast and I'm not talking about male and female caregivers here like on that other thread. I'm just saying come to the food fight and hear the ocean roar, feel some wind on your face, and maybe look at some stars way out there over the surf and realize how small we each really are in such a wonderous place that has such beauty and depths of feelings and then glance over to Mr Shatner there and realize that even Captain Kirk has become the stay puffed marshmellow man and does fibre cereal commercials now. And while we're here lets include Michael Jackson, and Charlie Sheen, and the Kardashians, and PeeWee Herman and realize - you know what? - we're pretty normal.
Count me in. Let me warn you though....you may not want to pick me to be on your team. You see, My name is Aunt B and I am a choc-o-holic!!! I will be eating my team's ammunition. You had me at M & M's ;))
Well you can call me Opie and you won't have to eat the ammunition (funny though), just open your mouth and it will find you.
OKrose, we'll get your co-ordinates and beam you in. And Amber I don't recall where you're from but we sent Celine down there to Los Vegas in retaliation for the war of 1812. Can somebody please get her to eat a sandwich. Anorexia is no solution to getting older. You pat your tummy and do your best Al Pacino impression "meet my new friend!"
My grandkids have one of those marshmellow shooters so I will borrow that & see if I can hit the graham crackers with the chocolate squares on it. If not then I'll just aim for whatever!
Can’t carry a tune, and keeping rhythm is tough, but swivel and spin I can manage,. So, “Beam me up, Scotty!” The stasis field I’ll need. Y’all can rock while I roll---we’ll give it a run. I’ll be addin’ to the armory; double-barrel slingshots should add to the fun. And malted milk balls and peanut butter cups for ammo, as well. The beach and the wind; the roar of the surf ; the cookout, the music, the campfire, the stars—can you see Venus? I think I see Mars. This is going to be wonderful, so Scotty, hurry up! I’ve dancin’ to do and marshmallows to toast. Wolf, thanks for the invite to your Food Fight and weenie roast.