Saturday, August 16, 2008

Bring Your Own Meat

So this is how the conversation this morning went about my in-laws:

Jim: So I was at Karl and Stephanie's yesterday, they got a new wine fridge.

Me: Hum. Really poor, aren't they? Must have bought it for that wine they "forgot" to give you for your birthday.

Jim: Uh huh.

Me: Any news on that new dog they are talking about?

Jim: As soon as they are done dog sitting for Karl's mom. I think they have another Weimeraner lined up.

Me: Uh huh.

Jim: They invited us to a BBQ on the 30th to welcome their new roommate.

Me: New roommate?

Jim: Yeah, they are renting out the back room. But I don't really want to go.

Me: Why not? You usually want to go to their parties.

Jim:'s bring your own meat.

Me: Excuse me? If they're hosting a BBQ, shouldn't they be providing the meat and we
bring the dish to pass?

Jim: I know.

Me: We'll I guess I know what they will be providing.

Jim: What's that?

Me: A bag of chip and some cheap beer.

Jim: Let's not go.

Me: I don't think I can anyway, that might be the Archivist's conference that weekend anyway.

Jim: Thank God for Archivists! Can I meet you for lunch?


Wingal said...

Bring your own MEAT? What the hell is wrong with those people?!

Go, and steal the wine fridge.

boobarella said...

I was telling someone at work about the BYOM barbecue you were invited to and they said they had been invited to one like that too.

I do not want friends like that.

I agree with Wingal, steal the wine fridge.