George and Jan hosted the night on Wild Cat. The eight of us (including Indigo, Mowzer, and Livin’ Life) all fit comfortably inside the main salon of this 57′ Lagoon catamaran. The boat is rather elegant and neatly organized with all of George’s stuff tamed into tasteful wicker baskets. But looks can be deceiving! This night was to be anything but elegant. It started out seemingly tame enough with cocktails and a festive fishing tournament ceremony. George officially closed the ‘Winter Caribbean Fishing Tournament.’
El Dorado is rumored to be the best tasting rum in the Caribbean, so it was only fitting to make a special award bottle, right? George said to just ignore those legs sticking out at the bottom of the label.
Dave and I shared a congratulatory kiss for this slam dunk. We had a total of 15 fish points, second place had 5! Of course, I scored an extra fish point for posing in my bikini with one of the fish. And then I got another fish point for baking George a rum cake. But even if anyone wanted to contest the worthiness of those points, we still had it in the bag.
Catherine checked out our prize and wasn’t so sure that El Dorado 15 came in spiced flavor. And what’s crossed out here at the top?… “Okay!” George said, “I think it’s time for a game of Cards Against Humanity!” Oh boy, if this is the way the evening starts, you know it is just going to go downhill from there! Debbie excelled at eccentric thinking… or maybe it was perverse thinking. I’m not sure, but she ran away with it. I think Debbie found her game!
It’s all fun and games until the butt darts begin. Then craziness (and giggling) ensues. Jan showed us how it’s done. You take a EC$1 and push it up into your butt crack. Then you pinch your cheeks and walk 20 feet to the Solo cups. Take aim and then release your cheeks. Hopefully your coin makes it into one of the cups and you score. George started us off. The boat must have tugged at just the wrong time, because his coin missed the cup.
Eric from Indigo went next. He did a great job at squeezing those cheeks and dropped his coin right in the cup.
It was my turn. There was nothing to do but throw all my inhibitions out the window. It didn’t bode well for the evening as you’ll see later. I shoved my coin in and pinched my cheeks. I figured I had an unfair advantage with all my cellulite. I may have been right. I strutted over to the cups, spun around and dropped it in the cup. Whew! That was a relief.
Henry from Mowzer had a style all his own. He tucked in his coin and suddenly underwent a transformation… into a penguin! He waddled over to the cups with his little flightless wings sticking out.
He took aim and laid an egg. No..no.. wrong game. That was later… Haha! Henry’s penguin droppings went right into the cup!
You can tell the alcohol was kicking in. Dave stripped off his shorts to play butt darts. But, wait… What’s this? A second pair of shorts underneath? Were these Dave’s butt darts secret weapon?
If they were, they didn’t work. Dave pinched it in okay and made it to the cups, but his aim was amiss.
Since Jan was the photographer of the evening (Thanks for the great photos, Jan!), no one took a picture of her taking her turn. Darn it! But she plopped it right in just like a pro. You can tell that George and Jan have been doing this awhile. Pretty twisted friends we have, eh? Jan got a great shot of Catherine from Mowzer with her coin wedged in so well, it took a lot of relaxing to get her coin to drop. But her method works for her. She was the queen of butt darts last time they played and her aim was true this time, too.
Debbie from Indigo didn’t get the ‘appropriate butt dart apparel memo’ and wore jeans. We didn’t think she’d be able to get it up there high enough to stay in and we were right. She gave it a good try though, reinserting the coin a few times, but it would just slide right out again. It was great fun watching her pinched walk anyway. If she’d had on her yoga pants, she would have surely shown us all up!
Catherine graciously offered to help anyone having trouble inserting his or her coin. I think she made Eric a little nervous.
Eric turned right around and grossed everyone out by putting the butt darts in his eyes. I’m not sure if this was an impersonation of some movie monster, but we’ll just call him the Creature from the Simpson Lagoon.
I held up two shot glasses and Eric released his butt-eye darts and one actually made it in. Hey, look at that!
Remember how I said the night would degenerate? Well, it did. Henry slipped me the Big Black Dick. It was dark chocolate flavored, of course. It was also delicious.
Dave liked it too. Hey, can we see that?
I have that look in my eye. You know I have to be hatching some kind of evil plan.
Hey Dave, try this on for size. Oh yeah, we have to get us some of this!
On the right are the Cards scores. On the left are the butt darts scores. Eric said that if you add them all up and then add couples’ scores together, there’s a way for him to win in there somewhere. Haha! What a night. I love these people! So how many times did I manage to get the words ‘butt darts’ into this post? Haha! I am rarely pictured in the blog… And now you all know why. Some of us never grow up… and I hope we never do!