Oh, the fun that ensued during our second monthly Kidnap Club meeting last night. Started in March when an innocent Italian dinner snowballed into an unprecedented evening of mayhem, the tradition continued with a Hawaiian-themed dinner, followed by – the horror! – more kidnappings of local women.
The meal, based in part on my odd hankering to make a recipe called “South Seas Chicken and Bananas” I found in a Taste of Home magazine years ago, was rounded out with hot rice, a very yummy punch, sliced fresh pineapple and a lovely dessert. Stephanie, No Cool Story, Mia and I all met at Autumn’s home (sorry, girls, I can’t do the names this time or my brain will hate me) and enjoyed eating together. Everyone gamely tried the baked bananas - next time I’ll just make the chicken. As we ate, we discussed the evening’s potential abduction victims.
Waving goodbye to Autumn (two little boys and a birthday cake needing her attention), with Stephanie and Mia in one car and NCS and I in the other, we took off in search of unsuspecting sisters. First was Marcie, who couldn’t join us for dinner. As usual, she was full of naughty ideas. Before too long we had Carol, Heather, Amber and Sariah crammed in with Marcie, NCS and me in NCS’ mini-van. Love those Mormon Assault Vehicles!
Off we went to Sidnee’s, our prearranged meeting place. She also missed dinner due to a lack of baby-sitter, but invited us to come over for dessert. While Stephanie and Mia’s efforts had been fruitless, they were happy to see our full carload come trooping into Sidnee’s living room. “Girl Talk” commenced, and we had a very fun time visiting and laughing. The classic Saturday Night Live “cowbell” sketch was described in great detail for the unlucky ones who haven’t experienced the joy of Will Ferrell’s flopping gut and cowbell prowess; the Blogging Three - NCS, Sariah, and I – were mocked incessantly for our computer geekdom (they just WISH they could blog like us); ward Primary children’s bizarre clothing-removal-during-church habits were discussed; genders of present unborn babies were speculated upon; plans were laid for another night of frivolity; Carol's new house and upcoming move were lamented (the move, not the new house); brownies, ice cream, and NCS' Hawaiian cake were consumed.
Tomorrow’s big Roadshow day looming and Sidnee’s husband Dan wanting his wife back at some point in the evening (how dare he), we left around 10:15.
If we missed you last night, don’t worry – you either weren’t home, couldn’t come, or we ran out of car space, but one way, or another, we’re gonna find ya, we’re gonna git ya, git ya, git ya, git ya… and the Kidnap Club will increase its ever-widening circle yet again.