Thursday, May 6, 2010

Ruby Lips and Salty Chips

Hello again!  So as most of you were probably aware, yesterday was Cinco de Mayo!  To the majority of the world, this holiday includes A LOT of alcohol.  To people like my husband and I and our best friends Nicole and Nathan, it means more Mexican food than the human body can handle, and a buzz-free PARTAY!!!

See, we are all members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  One of the things we don't do as a part of our religion is drink alcohol.  But that is NOT to say that we don't know how to have a good time....Consider the evidence:













































Yep, campers, that would be homemade guacamole and salsa.  Those chips would be the BEST CHIPS EVER from Fresh and Easy and the cheese sauce would not make feel bad either.  Those are the RAD decorations that Nikki put up in her amazing home...they may or may not have helped the Suns claim a victory over the stinky Spurs.  But more on that later.

Those are the also the drinks Nikki made.  Points not only given for them being adorable and festive, but also for being incredibly delicious.  By the way, she and Nathan were in charge of the four "D's" of the party--namely, drinks, dips, dessert, and decorations.  Jordan and I were in charge of enchiladas, beans, rice, and salsa.  Sweet deal if you ask me :)

After a GREAT dinner and after all of us felt sufficiently like cows, we settled in for a relaxing viewing of Game 2 of the Suns/Spurs Playoffs.  In case you are not "in-the-know" (as I was before marrying my husband this last year)....the Suns hate  despise the Spurs.  Apparently, this rivalry goes WAY beyond the common feud.  Judging by the reactions of the men in attendance at this party, at least two of the Spurs players belong in the seventh circle of hell, and deserve any taunting or ill-wishing that may be thrown their way.  (Side note: as a rule, I am all for competitive jeering, but I drew the line last night when the phrase was uttered, "your wife hates you, Tim Duncan!" in an effort to throw him off his free-throw shot :) )  JK--but really, I am such a romantic that even taunts like this offend my rose-colored soul.  I'm such a girl.  

Anyway, The Game was touch and go in the first half, but in an incredibly exciting 2nd half, the Suns were able to beat the Spurs, making the series 2-0!!  Yep, it was a time of rejoicing in the Dee house, and since I was sitting right next to my man for the win, I was the lucky recipient of, shall we say, quite a bit of affection.  Let's just say that if I'm in need of some smooching, I'll be positioning myself right next to my Hubby if it looks like Steve Nash is gonna hit a game winning three.  I know you all want to know the score, but to be honest I don't remember it.  I know, I JUST watched it.  But I'm a girl.  I don't remember this kind of stuff.  I can name at least five members of the team, though, so that DEF means I'm improving.

We stayed up talking for hours with good friends after the game and had a wonderful time.  And that's what holidays are all about right?

I leave you with one other victory from last night:  Nicole and I were able to successfully and foxily pull of the pinnacle of make-up achievements....the RED LIPSTICK.  We had been planning on being bold enough to wear it "out" one night, and last night was our practice run.  I think it worked. :)

4 comments:

  1. You TOTALLY are rocking the red lipstick. Vegas will never be the same.

    Ok, I'm only mildly peeved that i was NOT your first follower. WHATEVER, I told you I would be.

    LOVE your blog header and your title. You're gonna be a blogging rockstar in no time at all!

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  2. So who's chicken enchiladas roked harder, yours or mom's? I know how I had BETTER answer!

    GO SUNS!

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  3. Dad-- well, seeing as how it was Mom's recipe, I think they were about the same. But probably mom's. Although mine were a BIG hit with the Dee's. :)

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  4. If your Mom's are better I need to reconsider moving back home to Gilbert.

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